.Eight red pills,
hidden with France in her drawer.
Thereâs another lilt on her,
and I draw it up, lissome and larkspur.
My hook or your bride
skeined around me, she smiles,
talks of you now and again,
sending me grillburns and gooseflesh.
Hey you with your words und.
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