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Teen-ty

Teen-ty

Musk of the eve hath sprung,
confining golden flares of the dusk.
Omnis flexed frolic for a soirée,
as homecoming is theirs perennial bliss.

Evening hath splashed tint in aura,
kindling ovi- vivi all to sing.
Contention brims to accost the lady;
contriving juvenile to a fortitude teen-ty.

Douts she those incensed mellow cierges,
clotting bursts loud- shine drizzle plops.
Night slips swift steeped heartfelt revelry,
scooting us tout' tenacious mesmerizing rite.

                                      -iri

------------------MEANING---------------------------

a strong-smelling- scent- of the twilight has came out
restricting - shiny yellowish - colours of the evening
all are become/changed cheerful for the party
cause their everlasting happiness is coming home

evening has sprayed colours to the atmosphere
causing oviparus, viviparus , all to sing
an argument comes up to wish the girl
who is turning young to a mature woman <twenty, where -teen ends and - ty start>

she extinguishes the scented warm-lush age candles
the threshold of the skies breaks, causing rain to fall vertical for the wind is not high
night ends up fast soaked in deep and conc celebrations
leaving us all(french = tout) holding firmly captured in that religious moment

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