To love and suffer, to suffer another, is embarrassing awfully
I wouldn’t permit it normally but I am bit; the romance of Paris
Makes my heart Her garret; Her sweet nothings mine parrots
Where it leads; the lesson dawns: the tale in telling grows awesomely
Awaiting first frost’s thaw, in awe of glassy, classy, crystalline
Acid flash in my vantage as I hand her another livable dream
She drops or lets it fall, the orb smashes to scree
Shining ashes are a diamond’s debris.
Alchemisland 
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