Broken Dialog
Take back that look. Close the door
To that shuttered room.
The thought of what we left, forget.
Those shadows, too, that let
Such thirst for what we said not, in.
To that shuttered room.
The thought of what we left, forget.
Those shadows, too, that let
Such thirst for what we said not, in.
Those beads of memory you tell
Tell no more. That perfume still,
The subtle drug and wine.
Cover you. Put glasses on
Feign, conceal, lest we begin
Tell no more. That perfume still,
The subtle drug and wine.
Cover you. Put glasses on
Feign, conceal, lest we begin
What well we know must end. So, so,
No last lamenting kiss, but go.
No last lamenting kiss, but go.
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