During the thirst season i lay under the tree of reason,
Thinking of that one person who could free me from wonder prison.
Looking up the tree of fruits paired in threes,
sweet sweeter sweetest good better best.
Apple pear strawberries I had a choice to make to stop the flowing enigmatic stories.
Good-sweet,fell unto my lips a simple kiss my mind flipped.
Better-sweeter,crunched under my teeth for a second i didn't breath.
Best-sweetest,invaded my tongue suited my heart and inflated my lungs.
Now the thirst is No more,for she strawed me with The molecules of vital need
That i have never felt nor seen.
Shall i sip from your cup now that you have swam in my mind?
By Carswell evoL aka M.O.O
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