Within her* quilt
there yield
an yellow field.
With each breath
there throbbed
A million daffodils.
But she fragrance
like a lavender field,
her lover gasped.
In search for his lavender
he got lost in her yellow field.
This twirled him in heliotrope,
within her quilt.
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How So Poetrick!
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