Oh yes, dear, of course I'm going crazy.
Not the "movie girl" type of crazy,
nor the "Forrest Gump" type of crazy,
but perhaps "how I felt when I fell for you",
type of crazy
"crazy like the wind singing lullabies in your ears,
and the Celandines dancing altogether in your hair,
with some trace of Amaranth in your perfume",
type of crazy,
that's what I am now.
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Poetry𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘭𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘤...
