I won’t do it; apologize and shake the limbs loose. Appropriate a decade, a rare seduction of misuse.
Hinting eras into the ether, beautiful fools of resolve. Asking but not waiting; In love but not involved.
I'm not ashamed, NOPE.
Not for the pile of pearls I’ve dropped on your lap.
And now that I’m finally pouring out my professions, (vivid champagne fountains)
Like the ones at your grand Gatsby parties.
But, how could you, now that you no longer drink?
In the comedown,
a storm of love like this,
can’t keep you dry.
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