Grapeseed
Grapeseed
Grapeseed
The password was grapeseed she wanted to add a number but she was too
careful not wanting then to forget it no she was not thinking rational she was
trying to keep her secret. She filed it somewhere wherever it is that she keeps
her treasures of her heart and never would reveal it not even if she were tortured
she loves her love she has him kept in a heart of love turned from stone to pure
sentiment and astonishment she has a full supply she never will run dry he
needs it all a shallow bowl holding rain takes the edge off parch. A folding of my
wings brought me gently back to earth to search again for love to stumble not to
fall to lurch but not to crawl no longer worm in fear but man in love. The password
that her lover used was seededgrape to echo hers. Just two lovers still in love.
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