Tipsy Love

I can only begin to describe something as deeply intricate as love.

Misty eyes

I cling to your sighs

O' happy days

and twisted parades

laced with magnets

my troubles start to fade

A hopeless enterprise 

I know my demise and 

bade them adieu

Chug? Nay.

I will sip my time with you.

The End

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