Last Resort Have a dream where I have my sight,
Seeing you by my sight nothing but halo wish…
In every breath and into all the exhalation,
dream that I leave you with all the regards,
To the moon, tell me that I am keen of your uxorious soul,
Nothing that I hoe but the silly cloud,
Nothing that I enthralled with
but the beautiful complexion of you...
my last resort.
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