don't dance

i was poisoned by tenderness
with the elixir of a haunting kiss

its curse, sits ghostly doodled
on all walls of the ChΓ’teau d'If

there, longs don't dance anymore
but sing
(…along with sea's smoke veil)

so don't try uttering its saga, for,
it'll rein you to a smile, and wink

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