Laugh if you must, dear friend,
At this mist-filled, musky season
You have ushered in; herein
Darkness crumbles nakedness,
Finger crush each whim of the soul
And eyes flood memories with light
To lay them all to dry on the
Banks of tomorrow's hope
While laughing, perhaps you will see
A new writing on lonely walls
Fresh flowers, waterfalls, silent nights
Fragrant, stolen kisses and a lifetime's
Bliss blistering his mark on my head
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