Someone send help because I have fallen in love after watching a full 14-minute review of a Marsona 1200A Sound Conditioner Machine.
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Someone send help because I have fallen in love after watching a full 14-minute review of a Marsona 1200A Sound Conditioner Machine.
Polaroid of you in my wallet
In its stillness I see the breadth of you
If I could I’d capture every moment
May your soul find solace in a flip book for my muse
I pray I’m not too forward with Machiavellian ploys
But girl you have me itching for my next plot to deploy
Unravel all our strings to find what’s underneath
Can we stitch them all together
Make mosaic tapestry?
The fraying of my fabric match those draped atop you
Your artisan crafted eyes, kaleidoscopes with endless hues
So may I get a maybe?
Perhaps a yes, someday?
An offer from an art collector
Sellers tender’s pending your praise
A hunger ravaging my skin growls lowly
In it’s undertones I think I hear your name
Archeologists are not missed by the Earth as they come and go
Because Mother Earth understands everything is for a season
Still, there is eternal admiration for the atlas created in their time together
In it appreciation, care and love exudes from the definitions of earths depth and curvature
I think that’s how I feel about the memory of your touch