No pragmatism here, for sure. But sometimes I can only faithfully report what certain moods and thoughts whisper to me. (The messenger defense, you understand.)
The angels drew a hundred stars,
Made them glitter and glow
And scattered them across the night.
I wasn't tempted;
After the heaven of your smile,
The one above seemed less bright.
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