There is no place called
everything’s done.
Life’s game is play the game
to improve the score
of happiness to pain.
And forbearing,
on your final list,
leave indelible your final kiss
as I will mine.
First thing to do, my love,
at dawn for evermore,
put your lips where I put mine,
and everything worth doing
on your day is done,
and for me,
happy dreams of you
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