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Pixie Dust
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How Do you Defined Love?
“Pixie dust and
stars in your eyes,”
spill from his
cracked lips as
he coughs his
wisdom.
“There is no ryhme
to love.”
“And of desire? What
Say you of desire?”
“That, I have knowledge."
He pulls lint from his tongue,
“A measure of affection
“Is what a woman wants.”
A quantity of time
A woman needs
Pull her in with
Pixie dust
And stars
And your eyes, your eyes
Never leave hers.
With a measure of affection
You will roam her good fortunes.
Take use of her bounty
Never wanting for desire.
But you must spread
Pixie Dust
With stars in your
Eyes.”
