Amply
I feel delight to prickles of love-thorns that one little flower throws.
And
I awake,then my stinging world turns mellow,bright in life as fizz.
At least
if that one is strawberry,I want to be milk that covers it from anything,
swells its sweetness.
Absently
I'm drunk with the one like very sweet strawberry fizz.
Afresh
my heart is unusually fizzing….
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