My fingers miss your toes


I don’t suppose
I might propose
Something with nose

Nibbling a rose
And fewer clothes
See how it goes?
Heart knows

Care stows
Promise grows
Lava flows
Involving your toes
Give your soul glows
Bask in the follows

All the firework shows

The every our souls compose

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About Pan's Dance

I think you should face your fears in an arena of trust and extreme excitement
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