good lovin' (in the morning)
moon's lusts swarmed
(on beggars' lane)
it wanted to be loved, —
(it succeeded...)
sniffed only a good lovin'
(in the morning)
since then, got deepened
(in my dreams' maze)
Join my atmosphere. My mood denotes Bohemian Whispers and a persistent Poetic Frisson. The dosage comes with Coco. πΏ
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