this is the mood i prefer to take tha conga
in thorough steps missing not the truth with cofute
with antricles yet no coterie
on this beauty my nature depends
she is a charming buttocks of courage
liquorice attitude though lissom
a solution to my perfect trouble
beneath her lobotomy room
which settles phobia
by thoughts carpet be laid
she has been a tourniquet to my burdens
she sought me in my limbo
how can i now forget her emollient empathy
the lips that sent the message
since finding this friend to dance
no more loneliness
in quest to pay back
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