Tag: love
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Cutting An Avenue
Love’s impossible gauntlet The Duke is sick from gimlets In bed he slumps a gauntling Around him a nightgaunt’s fret Another will not allow such play as he let The man he drank to run weighed down like a guitar fret He stayed in one room of his house as if the rest was haunted…
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Binds
Why when we both hope the best We are sporting many scars Due to dine in our best dress Across no man’s table passing barbs. With only feet between us Miles and worlds apart Strangers on a nighttime bus With entirely separate hearts. Why despite a love for you Do other beds entice Why our…
Alchemisland 