d-nyce
i have the privilege of being filthy rich and......
no no no no no
what i really want to say is
Dearest Deneen
Tis nothing to say I love you
Tis nothing to say Be mine
Tis nothing now a days to make
promises to The Allmighty Devine
Tis nothing for me to tell myself
that I'll love you till the end of time
Tis nothing till I wait for all
spirals to unwind
all unions to unbind
all joined together to fall apart
the destruction of everything called art
Till I capture the love
of your soul and heart
I am nothing
not even a spark
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