My, oh my, what a slender love we have.
I beseech you a patience, an indulgence of kinds
You give all to me unblushing, with antiquated baskets
Sucked lips, and bit too hard, are sore
Finger-string post-it for awkward kisses.
Definites tightened cheeks
For a parallel impending,
For the stories we’ll make together
For the lores that we can tether
With threads woven on a wheel
That spins like a clockwork color, and
Takes us both from here.
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