Love’s long and memory is short, so if not the brain take my heart and carry it as you pass. This is merry, and you are mistaken if you should think I need it to survive.
Bones bones petals and petals… cross my line and hope to spell it all correctly.
Where is the favor of the fortune we pour into shapes of glass? A clouded perception, loose tongue, and mixed time all to nod nightly.
Lucky to fumble about the cork and sure to rest
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