Dear Asi,
From a distance across the oceans of dusky blue, i write with my ink of red, fading into the tips of my nails dripping ta ta on the pages of escapade, though i sit crowned with the clouds of skirts running to and fro my pocket yet i bow in the planes of armor, like a nightingale chirping to the beauty embedded in your lips, no, lashes, yes, cuz the entirety of you is tranquility.
Listen to my Lehman's chirp, my ode to your recipe.
You will never know that the Palm wine is as sweet as the Tapper's Lip's until it kisses you,as they say.
How can I not remember the cleavages of your spine streaming eternity,the cemeteries, as lotion; they give motion to passion a drive for Armor.
Yours faithfully
T-supreme
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