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LJ May 2016
Our love was our king
It crowned and spurred
It drowned and spared

Our love was our circus
It tricked and peaked
It ticked and picked  

Our love was a corner
It secluded and dreamed
It submerged and sexed

Our love was a taboo
It was a sensitive secret
It hide as others chased it

Our love is our kiss of life
To honour and bathe in
My angel, my cloud of love

— The End —