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the lebanese gardenia is my favourite flower its incense rich like cream when it flowers attracts not just me but all the birds and the bees the petals like soft tongues savouring the flower luxurious white fountains in the midst of green the waxy leaves lift up the quivering flower exhaling a storm of desire when touched and seen yet whatever i dream, it’s only for itself it flowers nuurii, my light, it’s you i know i should leave still i worship in the shade of your arrogant flowers

Thank you for being my friend. The gratitude I feel doesn’t always show, But I’m thankful for your support more than you know. I know I’m not all sunshine and fluff, And you know it too. That’s why I’m so grateful for you. It means the world To know that you care, That I can reach out, and know that you’re there. I’m here for you too, Just reach out to me, And I’ll support you. Thanks for sticking with me, With all of my heart, Sharing and caring Right from the start.

Your voice is honey-coated thunder, Rumbling sweet and smoothly — The sound sustains me. Ocean deep, it pulls me under, Yet does not drown me, It soothes and surrounds me. - - Speak to me Oh! Speak to me - - The timbre is chill-inducing, I shiver pleasantly — Dear God, it sustains me! Inspiring fever all consuming, Seems you will be The death of me. - - Speak to me Oh! Speak to me - - My smoking pyre becomes a bower, Quick wit burns brightly, Syllables sizzle closely; Velvet vine with stars a-flower Wraps ‘round tightly, Giving light — it sustains me. - - Speak to me Oh! Speak to me - - Timeless soul and evergreen passion, Tones of deathless Summer fills me And blooms in my breast newly. A sighing sonnet, bespoke and silken, Gentle, low and lovely — Your voice, how it sustains me. - - Speak to me Oh! Speak to me - - Nobler

The little Banjo the Bear contemplates what he is seeing for a few seconds, before his eyes became two new waterfalls and he cries out in a broken voice “Mommy!”. The mother bear managed a smile to break out of her darkened face. She reached a callused and dirty hand towards the teddy bear creature that landed on her. "Mommy! I found you! Hidden here in this cold, dark cave! Why are you here?". "My son," she said, "You have a little sister." She held the little baby bear close for Banjo The Bear to gaze at. As he once was, there she was, a snuggled, furry ball of fur. "The Buffalo Bear can't know I've only had one cub, much less know it's a girl bear!". Tartlet Bear turned to the opposite side where Banjo had come from. “Further back is a tunnel, which leads to the other side of the mountain, where the sea rests on the shore and other worlds orbit beyond the sea. We are leaving. Come with me, my son!” “Why, Mom? Why do you want to leave?” “My heart is weary, my spirit is heavy, my

Absurd little verses, written in blood Pearls before the swine that wallows in the mud Passion's little balls, bouncin' off the walls Rollin' tears of laughter after mighty guffaws. True Love's squirmin' on a blood red carpet Soul black as night in the La Brea Tar Pits Looks so hot, makes your blood run cold Better light your fuse before you explode. Swingin' balls of fire on a runaway train Bend over and spread'em, take it in the vein The white snake strikes after sheddin' it's skin True Love's squirmin' on the carpet agin. Days of darkness follow, the days that lie ahead True Love leads the way, trailin' the dead Everybody stumbles, but I fall a lot Steppin' outta line is how I lost my spot. The blindin' light of reason doesn't make any sense You can't see it and I'm makin' no pretense It's a Hiroshima bomb on a sun shiny day True Love turns to carbon and crumbles away. Amen.