I have been passing the time
a little sunk dandy line
this pumping heart of mine
will be sweet as lime
for all our magnitude
tasting her seaweed lips
and forever is so rude
drinking the flower with sips
I saw her face in the mirror
looking over what was ours
reaching for a borer
to pass the lonely hour
she brings me cool gifts
with a exchange
and lots of fibs
as I walk this cold lane
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