by Liar
remember the lace.
ain't that the truth.
Wonderful remembrance sir
thank you
i feel like I am attending a great party with a fascinating host. Thanks, Liar, for narrating this beautiful series.
A lover to make your head spin — and just when you get your equilibrium, she's gone.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 37,000 poems.
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