In the space of a fine glass our life glows.
Your heart and mine from out of innocence
flown together and spun away like young crows.
Now time's good seal, transferred rouge cements.
Curious valence called me to you early
when your self was fresh and new, dark houri,
like my own two eyes blue, blond hair curly
two seedling redwoods, pairing of glory.
And now your body tattooed, my eyes dimmed,
we seek oblivion by drink washing clean.
Our foggy tale told, the two ne'er sinned,
now taste, sip, swallow the liquor unseen.
It stops, that daylight titan for we two
Damaged goslings shared this, the echoing through.
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