Poem. I need the mood that wakes you in this drifting season. Twisting your thoughts sweetly, far from reason. With a rampant ache, that searches for such words that are the colour of a moonlit lily, and slices every reason as it blurs. The tuning of emotion, squashes gentle senses. Responses change... Sign in to see full entry.
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