You’re a parable from Achebe.
My popliteal is your Renaissance apple.
The only decent gifts are tiffany.
My nail is spire of your chapel.
You trade in gore. Well, I can bargain
like a sea captain. Be my ruby in the rough.
The auction’s open on my haemoglobin.
I love you, if I scratch enough.
My popliteal is your Renaissance apple.
The only decent gifts are tiffany.
My nail is spire of your chapel.
You trade in gore. Well, I can bargain
like a sea captain. Be my ruby in the rough.
The auction’s open on my haemoglobin.
I love you, if I scratch enough.