
Sophie saw it as so simply black and white:
Only if the crossed path flew her like a kite
Would head spin a turn towards heart’s imbibed light—
Lip-dreaming her rose on coquelicot’s bite. ; )

Sophie saw it as so simply black and white:
Only if the crossed path flew her like a kite
Would head spin a turn towards heart’s imbibed light—
Lip-dreaming her rose on coquelicot’s bite. ; )

If the cases suit you only as a pickthank, then expect no amount of thanks from those whom are picked to endure your baggage. ; )
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