Submitted by: Lavenderburn

I will not write of Haphazardly Afflicting Terror Everywhere or Hanging On Past Effectiveness, no, because I hope and hate too much as it is and wish not to relive any of it. But I will write of love, and how everyday it wakes me with the same Lusciously Overrated Vulnerable Experience giving me chills. Or, how Ludicrously Overwrought Vexating Every Lash Omitted, Vicariously Exaggerating loves ego, yet and still I can’t wait to talk about, Laughing Obstreperously Vivacious (at) Emergencies, with stars in my eyes because love makes me Loopy On Vapors Escaping your airway, trapping my in your gaze. So I can talk about Leaving Obvious Views Entrapped in a locked box all day, but I would rather Keep Issues Sweetly Sedated between our lips.

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