a book, a man and a flask may be
such lovely comfort_ certainly
the woven tongues and salted sweat
eternal love declared, and yet
the bottle's dry, the man is spent
the plot is dull, so from his tent
she flies away_as quick as she can
and finds herself another man.
Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 11:31 AM UTC
a book, a man and a flask may be
such lovely comfort_ certainly
the woven tongues and salted sweat
eternal love declared, and yet
the bottle's dry, the man is spent
the plot is dull, so from his tent
she flies away_as quick as she can
and finds herself another man.
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