I gaze at you....
As your embraced by that picot weave
I think of how much I love you; one of the scant few
And I render the two of use ideally placed together, like a dolmen sleeve
...A bit odd
...A tad nostalgic
Side by side, we are mediocre and flawed
And yet together we/it's magic
It's happening among turmoil's rubble
...The debris of a tragic life
And yet I am no longer delineated by trouble
So let's move forward and enjoy the cliche... high-life
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