Brave me, old delight.
Brave me,
and remind me why we leave our beds.
You liquor love,
You fall on me dryly, arresting tears, until I've tipped my glasses...
You unsubscribe from your silence thenceforward,
And all but the sand at your seams pours over me.
Excited, only you are choking, and I am surplussed with breathing space.
Leave me to find a shore again,
So you may brave me another night,
and ink my feathers.
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