In the forest, beneath the trees,
one succulent; and a pear.

Formed by perjury and theft,
a repentant soliloquy saves
all but the loneliest regret.

And I;
walk between worlds
to where the signs have no face.

And no clock begins to turn the time.

Here is where you and I begin,
now,
in the jaws of ever after,

Ti amo, ti amo.

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