I rendered you at old wishing well
Forsook your soul for filtered wine
My coin had clattered cold, and fell
In darkness filled with pantomimes
I minced your wish in mince-meat smiles
And threw its husks to sweet-meat swine
I choked you out and traced the miles
Evolved from pathways to your mind
And so my love in pattern, dwells
Beside your grave, my wishing well.
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