Who would have thought?
A heart can be caught,
By a strand of pearls.
I was once your Earl.

There is only you, my dear
The trail of a musk deer
Trot into a forest of dreams.
A clementine to be claimed.

So what befalls forever love?
Now flown like a peaceful dove.
Bottled up with iris and plum,
Eden locked away by handcuffs.

Another lost soul in the dark,
It was always my choice to choke
On oakmoss and everlasting love.
Or at least, words as such.


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