Mayday so vast, so boundless. Simply a moment for lovers to kiss; a time for hopeless bliss- acting out of my textbook I read a line for a lovely sonnet. For my lady a breif foundness is shared, but for who I am? What hours do I tend? A barn for my thoughts to take a rest; the clock beats like a heart thuds- I am truly a lost cause.
Fill my lungs will your air, so beautiful and fair.
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I really really like this. I like how you personify the air.
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