Nick and the Candlestick
Love, love,
I have hung our cave with roses,
With soft rugs -The last of Victoriana.
Let the stars
Plummet to their dark address,Let the mercuric
Atoms that cripple drip
Into the terrible well,You are the one
Solid the spaces lean on, envious.
You are the baby in the barn.
[I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.]
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