Sometimes I wonder if
inside this exhibitionist
existence you must
realize what I can
barely
say___
[ this is the fastest way ]
I do communicate,
but___
do you believe in love’s endurance?
do you believe this assurance/
《 better yet 》 in me?
Maybe if I whisper it, this
widely known secret
I unmasked the fact quite early,
on
Gilded in summer air, under summer stars
& now, for you, by you I am
gartered, aglow undone
–LM
The Lexicon 
❤️🔥
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Lauren…sometimes Your words…. they are from inside…of me….strange! Very nice…. read my thoughs and see my feelings on Your page…and litlle scary:) Probably we have same look on world..sometimes is the best place in time ! sometimes is….too painful.
Great poem of Yours!
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😊 It’s a pleasure you saw your own thoughts in my work! You’re very right, sometimes is the best of times, and/or the scariest, or the most wretched. Thank you sincerely!
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I always twist around your beautiful words, like they are a soft smooth ribbon uncurling inside. Such an elegant, intimate way you have. ♥️🌹🕊
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Thank you for saying so, I am thrilled! 💫❤
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🙏🏻🕊
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This was gorgeous, Lauren! ❤ So many hidden meanings like unwrapping a silk-ribboned present 🙂
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