Roger,
Love was windows in rapture at 6 o' clock,
Love was windows in rapture at 6 o' clock,
when the library closed for the day.
And ants meandering across the walls
found its way within.
Love was a conviction gone wrong
And ants meandering across the walls
found its way within.
Love was a conviction gone wrong
Stealing moments from a bullying conscience.
Love was liquor served too often
to be spilled. Too full a glass
smashed against the wall
to be stained forever
Love was standing strong on the foremost boulder
Against the waves
Defiantly, maybe
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