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Springtime |
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My love is but a name. But a name on a field of incandescant white. A field of incandescant white itself alone in grey. In grey so like myself. Like myself my love waits. My love waits for me to take my breath. To take my breath and to twitch. To twitch and to begin. To begin the dance of names. The dance of names itself a joust. A joust so calm and muted. So calm and muted to desguise my fear. My fear of my love. My love is but a name.
My love is but a name. |