i smell like the incense of last night's dance
Us cancers
We fall on the alter of love
piercing and dying on our own claw
if it may please you
improve your mood in the slightest;
show you
the devotion and fairy's tale
you left on your own yellow brick road
with the monsters in your closet
and other cherished falsehoods
But our love is pearl in oyster
Real but yes rare
Yet, here it is
Take it
It's yours
For no good reason in particular
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