The weft of my
poetic weaves
got drenched in ink
The dark hues clashed
with the warp in pink
'Cause a spool of my words
got lured for a drink
And the rhyme got tipsy
as she heard the glasses clink
Elle est belle et fou!
got drenched in ink
The dark hues clashed
with the warp in pink
'Cause a spool of my words
got lured for a drink
And the rhyme got tipsy
as she heard the glasses clink
Elle est belle et fou!
MS
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