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she's a kind of timeliness
She appeared at the doorway however far with familiar voice
I knew who she was as soon as i heard the noise
It was the pitter patter of the saving rain
Confidence in the ruins of an ancient place
It was the mystery needed to reignite the flame
Sworn to secrecy of inner most mutinys
all that laid wake and disturbed would break
hot finger tips that made ice drip like melting fire caines
taming the tiger while fighting the bitter saint
untangled weariness from inhaling nothingness
Placing in my hands solutions to movements
bothering me and binding my attititude
Virtue in her spiralling kiss cushioned by soiltude
moving eachothers souls alone, whats more or less
my faith in her, my lowliness
Resting temples entwined in perspiration
the sun upon thy raining nation
moving clouds revealing a new creation
meditating together above all..
my benevolent revelation called.
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Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel.
-William Shakespeare
Brit Boi has a highly calibrated wifermometer
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