Crack crack crack, my back now slack, my eyes gaze out blunt like a tack, a moments pause will no doubt cause, a gentle smile from her because, the moments zen, shall now begin a back and forth fresh again, what nonsense now will usurp the how, as kittens purr and I bow-wow.
Therefor no meaning to is to be, from this silent melody, taste the text the colors reflex, to your inner mirror sets, drink and eat so merry be, to your own beat be free, take my tongue and dance with it, warm my hand or better yet, fire my blood and stir my pot, for while you lack you surely got, all that is needed to be adult, so let my passion now smelt, your very own the ram will be ready, to batter down a door of cherry, blame me not for this prose, still I will gladly bite your nose and your neck if you will but reply, with merry heart and glittering eye, there is no point to this verse, nothing pure shall be reversed, from used and real, have I not said!
Get thoughts of meaning outta your head!
~Caleb
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