How can I forget,
The way your fingers moved me,
Toyed with my illusion of love,
The silly little glitter that was your nail,
Digging deeper into my flesh,
And tearing apart my heart.
Brevity my dear, brevity.
How can I forget,
That you my little darling,
Has redefined my view of cupid?
And made me see in torrents,
the flight of love in
Pursuit of Errant love.
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