Tuesday, February 16

300

The words tire from incessant exploits
Of a restless aching shell.
He dithers, he flickers,
Deceptive as the pearly moon,
And as lovers who pray by its light
Are duped into false promises,
So shall I dither in hope
Of his hopeless return. 
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