Ignoring loves ways
but i still have a taste and hope for the white marble statues of man and woman kissing
and my spirit has not done with frolicking, i wish it would fly amongst the million white doves
and settle in a tropical cove of legendary beauty
i still care about redeming affectional gestures made to me
i still would like to see the sea still in the glory of afternoon sun
selfish, selfless
the golden balance judging me a passing cloud
Judging my love, im just looking at myself vainly in the mirror loving myself not her
i still havent plucked all the flowers
It hurt my pride, her
O unrelative junk
Of me from constellation Cassandra, or casiopea
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