Bargains rushed
Memories sifting,
Often tore-
Dreams too old,
To let it pour.
To heart absolving,
In a loving whore;
Who takes it all,
Like another lore.
With sidelong glances,
At half closed doors,
And absent stares,
At mostly floors.
Where scattered lives,
Like rags from chores,
Do passing fret,
For passions sore.
But bargains rushed,
Do rest best sure;
For love's price,
Is a little more…
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