Blister Pack (your) Love

You aliquoted your affection
Disdained to speak of why
Shied from the golden door of truth
My hopes wavered, with the light

Born on a Bastille day
ex-ante, all the same
Developed on a tangent
Blister-packing love, to all around

Who knows of the developmental goals
When life is hard enough
Who knows that what we give tends to the heart
When these ampoules are counted out

So listen here, yes come, come close
The moth is drawn unto the flame,
That within is best shared without
The heart, my friends, must flow

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