You, my dear, bifurcate lengthy prose
A sheet of disorganized art you sketch on
Thunders of colorless rain spot you
And there's an sponsored fire in your paras
You know what
She loves the straight you
Her heart is wedded to poetry
Poetic dance is what expresses her
Her existence is full of lyrical music
She wants every tender emotion
Do open your honest self to her
Disperse your inmost feelings passionately
Then let her decide your storm
Because she is home to abstract autumns!
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