Gloria!
Dear Gloria,
Today is Friday,
its raining up in here
heavens are clogged
with the gray clouds
only light is the street lights
and flickering colorful christmas lights
what kind of fall are you in
and weird alias you are under?
we are going to be giving our respect and aleagence
to Love by giving our gifts
a poem made by weird word combinations
which needs to be spelled loudly...
from the heart
and accompanying our spellwork
a recycled environmentally friendly nude
I will come back to Gloria
once again...
be patient
you cannot reach the sun by an endless run
tick by tick your innocence fading shun
wings plucked one feather at a time
once answer the voices in your head with rhyme
before your alias washed away come shine
choose to fly instead of a fall begun
time is gone run Gloria run
taste the mighty nectar of Inanna's Love, come
King H. Ironson
LUCK
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