Chapter
Chapter
The alcove beside the fire place
Oft-times spoke about their restive days
Those from the falls of sobs through the beams of smiles
As we live the de nos jours,
The quarantine debouched into the masses;
Crafts and joints inscribed in italics 'closed'.
Will their love fall apart?
Or
Will it sail highs and lows to en route the foreshore?
Beneath the skin and blood
Tongue cherish mangoes
Thirst quest lemonade
And her frock laces whirled in eddies of wind
(He loved this chapter, it was his favourite by a long shot.)
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