Follie Au Deux
I am mad about you
You have caused windstorms that inhabit my mind
I can not discern truth from lies because to do so would make me sober
It is in the telling of the wine and my drunken heart
I do not possess the presence of mind and find it laborious to be present
You have done this
You are a love thief and i am a mere begger
I have chosen madness over reason
I am enslaved and a willing devote
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