Let It All Be Mine
What if Love
Was a turning table?
What if Hope
Was a singular lock?
What if time
Was a lusting fable?
What if words
Were too useless to stock?
What if Moments
Forged themselves in steel?
What if memories
Were just rust
What if seasons
Were the music to heal?
What if melodies
Turned into dust?
What if Time
Was just Hocus Pocus?
What if Death
Was a waste of our time?
What if Love
Was a plague of Locusts?
Then I would
Let it all be mine.
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