Close your eyes and sip that tea,
pull that body close to me.
Know I'm thy's
what's mine is yours,
uncharted treasure to explore.
Our souls are lead by the eyes,
to witness life's wry sense of time.
Rush,
rushing,
rapt to the skies.
A thriftless end to a frivolous beginning.
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