Waiting for months,
For the mind to explode,
Words are receding to estuary,
At the end of vibrating self
You are seen as my sweet Joy,
Compassionate being of my nomind.
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Waiting for months, For the mind to explode, Words are receding to estuary, At the end of vibrating self You are seen as my sweet Joy, Compassionate being of my nomind.