If my fingers, thimbles be on a shadow of your dust in the moonlight of a minute so silent the footfalls on a carpet of you smiling At our secret rendezvous underneath the silver moonlight with sounds of nature in harmony and shadows dancing in rhythm getting lost in a magical place. For love of the pen and sweet ink of quinine for gins and tonics as we toast with lust of harlequins and ghost
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