CHARLOTTE


                                           If I had one last moment
                                   To speak, to HER
                           I don’t know what I would tell her
                     ...Numb...
                Because the silent gazes
         And the burning teary eyes
Could deafen her now hazy soul
and blind my eyes from her conspicuous sparkling ceramic  toenails
as her short English all flower embroidered dress hold spell bound a stags thought
   I need a pompous grandiloquent peroration with Charlotte 
          Just a moment, but a golden God-touched one
                  You don't know what you mean to Venus
                         Just one kiss of those lips could bring us back to life

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