My single companions,
Sing as floating shivers that roll down my spine.
Reminding me of some Dead Sea Scrolls on brine,
who sent some hope you'll luminate lost mind,
They give your sweetness a certain wine.
A toothy smile, the sealing to this fate,
To lick away melted taste, in this I drift away
with the Curly-cued swirls around your words
that form a legion of dancing swords,
As they roll, like those shivers
Over the hills
Dozens of flowers, with eyes to kill.
Happy Birthday, Layne. <3
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