keep your voice low,
sadly, I have to admit you —
someone I haven't seen or heard
yet I wanted so badly by my side
I had to write to make a pair last
but listen my heart, Oliver De Coque
again with his fingers brimful of spells
what other piece of me is there?
A novel set without me in 1700s,
discovered beliefs I took from
a loosely outskirt.


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