Second anon today, to drop a tune, I listened all the way through.
Inspired me to poetry. 1st time in years. Init.
I'm the soild snake in your favorite grass.
You're my favorite easil. In a world sour, as diesel.
The costic ppl you seek, can't harm you, or see the ]R[ae of sunshine, unique. In the trasparency, I can see.
An apple and a peach, on her breath, left me without speech.
Talk in terms of, deeper then deep.
Keep your head up, non of them could stop Her radiance, as this climax reached full peak 🗻. It shall remind you of Baker, every time you glance, and or peek, as it does me.