stuck in the middle with you
the Persian buttercups
made biogeometry in me
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the beauty of flowers
are in my body and soul
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even when divinities are dark,
their breeze eliminates it
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the hidden geopathic stress,
purifies my naturalness
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my happiness gets power,
influenced gently by love
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stuck in the middle with you,
in me blooms sensuality
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your lips sigh to me politely
the poem of love in two
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so blame me, don't blame me,
you are in me, i am in you