Love, I’ve made a mistake.
A graven error
Fit to the terrors
And tremors befitting the quakes.
For me, the buildings are falling
Squishing and crunching
Those old biddies brunching.
I thought I’d find the sound appalling.
Yet I’m applauding.
I thought I’d fear that crashing sound
When manic grins alight young chins
As they divulge to pillaging sins
And their shamelessness abounds.
My dear, to hear that thunderous roar
For the first time and perchance the last
Was quite the happy happenstance
That I’ll treasure forever more.
For as I saw them tumble down
A lady hoped to save my youth
From a death she found, for young, uncouth
‘Till I, in rubble, drowned.
My love, I cannot drown.
So pull me up and shake me down.
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