Of gentler times we spoke, give memories in evening mist, conversation holds a key by hour
So we sit in smoke, curse our bodies with the sweet kiss of a Kentucky flower
On sweetened breeze, float for her, and fortune favor us, embrace in tears
May we love in ease, at last be sure, sweet rays of sun suspend dust, and as it, will go in years
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J M (Pseudonym) (
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