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𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔.
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard
To fetch her poor daughter a dress.
When she got there, the cupboard was bare
And so was her daughter, I guess...
After all my erstwhile dear,
My no longer cherished,
Need we say it was not love,
Just because it perished?
-- Edna St. Vincent Millay
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you,
It's only me pursuing something I'm not sure of,
Across my dreams, with neptive wonder,
I chase the bright elusive
🌂 -- 🥒 -- 🕺 -- 🚕 -- 🌸 -- 🐊 -- 💙 -- 💄 -- 📒 -- 🐛 -- 🥞 -- 💃 -- 📘 -- 🎁 -- 🥗