Create this young atmosphere.
innocence is still in you.
Pubity looms but hair and lowtones won´t change you.
You haven´t been infected like the woken dream,
has shown you.
No your roars and squeals are as natural as the long grass green.
Your gossip and descriptions full of onomatopeia contains very little meaning...
But your joy,
Is fresh hot coffee for those that crave caffeine.
The bridge grin
After swelling and stark tension
he let go of his hatred,
Oneness hit him in the mouth like four knuckles.
And the world opened like a kind rose on him.
Love filled the lips of his bridge grin.
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