that certain thing πŸ₯‚πŸ«¦

CreativeDigiArt πŸ“Έ✨ CMP-©-un-p-tit-je-ne-sais-quoiπŸ“œπŸͺΆ

the gravitational attraction is at home
into this translation, rippled gracefully
on creek's groove of longing's quench

my tales' lips, so crystalline tenderized,
interpret to you, sedated, on your cheek,
words' silhouette, for you to absorb 'em
in each crumb of your immune system

meticulously, my narrative's blue eyes
with their infinite fiends, authenticate you
with their acting thrill equipped in yours

and like Newton's disc, that certain thing‧‧
will roll in colors and all-white intensities,
like the smile of this day, (D13), and
a tchin-tchin πŸ₯‚, chic 🫦, Γ  ma faΓ§on…

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