You blitzed with pealing bells
untold in laughter rung like hearts,
like rags, like dawn and sunset
straw-spun gold in Rumpelstiltskin's
long-con gag to snag himself a first-born
child, by playing on a spinning wheel.
Wait, where'd the fuck I go with this?
The point is you charmed me
for real, and knocked me
sprawled inside
big deal
so now the world
has twice the feel.
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