Magical Thinking

When you take your whimsy

By the flimsy

And tell it where to go

Magical concoctions

And excited eruptions

Are sure to overflow. 

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Love?

Love?

Where are you Love?

Gripping tight. Fearless Love.

I adore you in the Sun by day.

Crave you in my bed at night.

Never can I hold you tight.

Again.

Lesson learned.

Turn the page.

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