even the best of us forget some things,
though words are just air pushed over the tongue and through the lips,
and making love is more than just rubbing hips,
action is only the extent of our want,
usually backed by a need,
fortune is luck that we flaunt,
and work is fortune in deed
If error a fallen angel makes,
then fallen I have, for the best of mistakes,
but if that shine is still in your eyes,
then from the depths, in brilliance,
I’ll rise

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