The rose garden of budded secrets holds no bounds
Accompanied with canine fur with my precious hounds
Laziness of eternal breath she whispers his secret name
With crackles of background thunder her precarious affection is no longer the same
Dressed in lavender linen she holds the treasure beneath these threads of diminishing June
As my lady notoriously slumbers into the romantic late afternoon

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.. manifestation has begun. thank you blessed universe.