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
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 oneYou don't know what you mean to Venus
Just one kiss of those lips could bring us back to life
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