I asked what she thought, and she said: I don't know.
I smile as I wrought the blue from the snow.
She asked, 'Of what do you believe when you are asleep?'
and I said: My desires don't show because they're buried too deep.
She yanked back her grin and rolled back her eyes,
'Don't start - you're starting. You come as no surprise.'
'Ah, but there you are wrong you prodiguous snake.
For when he talked to me, my heart forgot to shake.'
... A conversation with a close friend of mine. Only recalled and engraved now in rhyme. Don't ask. I have no clue either. Her question: "What happened?"
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