Yours truly leaks, with a twinkle
Thy golden ratio, perfect angle, & straight in the eye of the storm
Herein, which derived from this affect, this sensation, relief
From this fullness, drained from this overwhelming feeling
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This swell, of sigh, that releases with a smooth finishing of the color of Dandelion
befalls this whiff
Whiff of mildly, slight, buttery scent, & with a slight hint of Salt
All scents, leave my nostrils, down the void below me
The golden shimer, that canary of thy wizz
Swirl like tides, like a whirlpool, blending in with thee transparent palette that sheds down a nozzle
Gone goes the rich xanthic glow, that came out from sighs, & reliefs
