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I will flap through with thee,

C my guide and helper bee,

Copping the beam that I sweat the chalk,

Art holds 2 fear what less is near,

Passing by the land free to the sidewalk,

Upon the porch light she jerks back the tears,

She calls me an untried way,

Environmentally poured to pair any cave,

My heart bleeds the hatchless prize,

Eyes blink to curiosity trapped in the skies,

Tender seas simmer recipes of past,

Brewing her legs in love with cash,

I number my number without menacing quota is,

The lumber is to smother what she and I spent.