As another morning
Tiptoes through darkness
Serenely sighing, and
Stretching sleepy limbs
To birdsong,
Love sheds all resentments,
Coiling content beneath
A pool of cool comfort,
Rippled with sleep and
Delirium.
And how many regrets would
You twine round your ankles?
The best measure of life is
Found in its moments
Of madness.
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Happy and relieved. Happy that you wrote again (yay), and relieved because, well, was that last one suicidal?
Do you expect me to answer that? Here?
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And the legume lies listless since February! I presume he is busy being happy-happy, which is good :)
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