The eclectic girl

Among the little pebbles in the pond,

tiny lush grass pieces,

vivid ratios of fauna,

Or were they?

actually, men, for her.

If only she could be candor,

oh how does it feel,

to be you,

right now;

link the tickles,

try to stay,

if not walk away;

forever in every prayer,

only the lending one

could feel

the imprints of paper cut,

would you please

let him know now?

The exasperating one

and his tacit emotions.

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