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odious odes on overtures.

I tell ya what though, I'll never take, what isn't given, no matter how blue those irises, no matter how iridescent, the flame, it was always so blue, always so you, even if your eyes were brown, those flowers leapt, in dreams unkempt, no weather could obscure, the eyes alight those lines of might, could ever be so true, I welled up once, and in was 'sconced, tho severd once with you,
midnight twilight came at last, though censored for a few, these moments cast a
lip locked dance, oh all the answers knew.
©jordang