pour into me like wine
let me catch your thoughts
like the burgundy captures the candlelight
warm vanilla spice intoxication
i'll paint pretty pictures and starry dreams
over the emptiness
just for you
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"We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage… …so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; And take upon 's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies…"
--King Lear, Act V, Scene 3
--King Lear, Act V, Scene 3
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