Mrs. Rolen Millow
Curses the cuts,
Heals your lust and lots,
Feeds your heart,
That’s its art,
Sweeps your heart’s dusts.
Forgetting, forgiving a true must,
Roses for aches,
Ounces and thousands in lakes,
Where her body streams,
All her wishes for love it seems…
She streams and streams till one day she found her,
So now she is whole,
For that was her goal.
She found her pieces which were stolen,
In the hand of one called Rolen.
For then and on
Her smile, her fun.
Her heart, her pillow.
Forever and more, Mrs. Rollen Millow.
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