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stick broke, breath choke

                  "little sweetness"

the tall tall trees
sway, and tease
             "He's coming for thee"  

   stature stood tall    

knowing the power she upholds  

"i wont fall"                     

                  she declared                                         

                                     "for you my heart holds no care"  

        sudden hardness caress          

                   who knew he could get her like this                            

                                       confusion set in                                    

                                         her mind a blind of some kind  

"i wont fall"                     

                   she attempted                                

                                    "fff-or you, I--I hold no--no care"                 

                             "little sweetness, you know i crave chase,                                           

                                    no where you go, i wouldnt know"    

eyesight tinted, succulent lips blistered,                 

 where once confident frame,

 now stood weary eyed game  

 "i won't fall"                    

                  she groaned half moaned                                              

                                                      "I..."                                                     

                                    "Guard thy heart, little Swella"  

broke free, her mind made clean...knowing it is He                              

...mist...yet so clear...her first love is here  

beast unheard, subterfuge disappeared,                

                               

            "avalanche..." she delighted the sound of his name on her tastebuds    

           "...i hoped you'd be, now i see, my lack of eyes didnt deter thee"      

cupped pillow cheek, head hidden in neckbed  her tears clothed his majestic chest, entered his uncreated flesh  ~e b b and f l o w~  through his ultraviolet veins, til it reached the main, organ -we so foolishly give away- contracted inevitable sips of decadent eternity                                                         

       "I sorely betold, to preserve thee from evil, doth preserve thy soul"                                                   

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