A green stain on the uneven geography and
Rhetoric questions on love.
La donna! is what he said
When I rushed out to drench.
What is love? A pretty, pricky thing.
Out in the sun you go, but the tan.
With time you need fuel. With time you need words.
Where will I get so much? What should be the tax?
This is a caesura.
A doubt, an unexpected explanation.
O what is love?
A stab of a knife or a cat on a hot tin roof?
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