Shinning
A soul aches for the splash of the sun or a drop of the rainbow.
Straight out of the box and ready for more- unfamiliar offers are the top.
Chance is all that is required because joy still be joy if Sylvia be not by.
Like the empty bottle, my amusement rolls and fluctuates from side to side on this ride.
You'll remain in formation and await my arrival, await my
same brute amused shout!
This existence remains, while we amend.
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