'Too Many Poets'

Key to authors' pseudonyms

you paid for cinnamon
i gave you myrrh
you're not my type
for what its worth

can we begin again
i don't know where
i know your head
is the driver of my heart
i know your head
is the driver of my heart
i know it even in the seasons
when these ceremonies often start

can we begin again
i don't know why
somewhere a purer meaning
written deftly in your eye

i know your head
is the driver of my heart
i know your head
is the driver of my heart
i know it even in the seasons
when these ceremonies often start
you're not my type
for what its worth
but i know your head
is the driver of my heart
i know your head
is the driver of my heart 

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