Will I ever find you again
My lost and lovely friend
In this dark world
That conspires against love?
Once, we were sweet drunkards
Kissing in the rain,
Winding our way to a bookstore
To buy a thesaurus.
I’ll dance alone tonight
Clutching a dictionary
And dreaming about
Your shoulder tattoo,
Les Fleurs Du Mal.
Uriah Hamilton
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