Chatbox

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 For Shiny; I’m not so romantic but your love forces me to be:)

She loves me

She says

Words come up with

Supernatural conveyance

Of tasty unknowns

Of what would only come

From greenish dreamland

We stand close together

Holding present & future

The past clenched in our fists

Makes little whines

Unheard they go past

Momentarily suffocating

We paint each letter with love

And hope for uncertainties

Heavens wrote down for us

The chat room, our pitfall

Of tulip-bedded floor

We are safe once trapped

And falling