on our coupled, drunken lips; neat spell?
Dreams flutter on today's foolish whims
But let them breathe in all of tomorrow's sins
Before lying them on yesterday's ghostly altar
And in sacred ceremonies of hoary slaughter
Pour drop by drop that liquor of the first rain
To quell for just a moment, rebirth of my pain
Because someday the universe will melt in gloom
and Andromeda will fold into the milky way's womb
The moon and a myriad stars and that charted planet path
Will drown in those first rain drops of love's needless wrath
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