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Without a sign,We have been found

Among treaded tracks and in lovelorn swept seclusion In a bed of orchids laid down Buried our heads in a former warmth - anticipating grace

Are we free because we believe us so? Between branches of conduct and precarious bulbs Of self imposed tenderness?

Aims are not directed, for youth is still unkempt – Feared for freedom but for the brave

Is to love not the ultimate defeat? For we are subject to pollinations Thrust away, left to sway

If this is the light, let's begin Exposed to whispered persuasion Embedded with the knowledge of growth We will blossom

DJs JUANCHO LOVERBOY LARRY B From 10pm-3.00am