No tears of solace shall soothe my heart's burn. A hauntingly sober life without you shall no doubt give me more lessons than few to learn. Could this parched summer really, truly end with the collapse of two?
Our love's complex sickles of debt crafting,
Were silky green streams; charmed, meshed instruments,
I never thought that you needed fixing,
But stung wounds were market's impediments.
I demand most sweet favour of our Fed,
Your rescue; but alas their wrinkled ears,
may fall deaf to my imploring pleas, dread!
The disgust of it all, runs sparked by fears.
Was your silence for my sins your downfall,
My selfishness eroded credit thin,
Yet you asked them for faith, as after all,
Tears are but a stretch, marked on surface skin.
Your lascivious grace I'm loathe to miss,
Dare I hope you shall receive, foreign kiss.
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Beautiful! I'm guessing a take-under by a US bank though.
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