I just cannot stop this utter nonsense
Relentless and the absolute rest
Hold me against your sycamore breast, fed til our days are done ‘n’ dusted
A Blarney tree must, serendipitous for sure, as pure as the very first time your thirst took over
Wholehearted even when kept agonising apart
These leaves will always get to fall oh so accordingly

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