you looked at me in full bloom my fingertips across skin smooth as rose petals you looked back over shoulder trying to decipher the messages with a snicker and sigh i tell you the answers in riddle form you puzzle through the night heartbeat fluttering in the wings every thorn has a story

not all heros wear capes

I heard a voice, that explained the research; a demonstration of theory. He says he got it from the sun Shaking fists wildly (with glee) You were here but now you are gone off wandering to your next adventure perhaps?

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