You know when I get nervous?
es when we speak alot'
bouncing back n forthe

makes me
on edge

at the hill
of my seat

about to
go over
the peak

when we speak
to much
eye feel
the burning
cloud

the rain that
in May falls
down

and washes
away glory

a cool breeze
after eye's
sip what the
rain scent
my nose

fresh paint
and a flower
arose

changing
shades
of purpose
unfolds

I used the paint, but
sniff'd the rose

and
hand
you this
before
I go.

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