A TOAST? “…if it be well used.”

MERCUTiO'S STORY:

SKELETONS MiSSiNG FROM HiS CLOSET NOR MANY HATS UPON HiS HEAD…OR THE HATS OF SKELETONS HANGiNG ON TWO DEATHBED…POSTS…UNDERGROUND?

BRANCHES OF HiS FAMiLY TREE…PLAGUED…WEEPiNG...STEEPiNG WiTH A PASSiONATE POiSON OF NEVER KiNDiNG LOVE…LET ALONE FiNDiNG…“Ask for me today; and you shall find me a grave man.”

ROMEO'S BEST FRiEND…ROOTED? THE WiNG MAN? DO YOU REMEMBER HiS… PiN NAME?

STARTED THiS POEM WHEN i, MYSELF...FORGOT A NAME? “Ask for me today; and you shall find me a grave man.”

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WORE A WATERPROOF HAT BECAUSE HE WAS AFRAiD HE'D DROWN iN THEiR RAiN; A CURSED FLOOD OF HiS VERY OWN BECAUSE HE COULDN'T TELL WHEN MEN WORE TENSiONS OF TREASURES OR WHERE WOMEN TREASURES OF TENSiON…REiGNS PULLED…BUT…

WHY…

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HOW FROM jUST A SiNGLE... SOLiTARY...PiNCH...A SPOONFUL OF SOUND AND SiGHT...RECOGNiZiNG THE POWER OF...jUST A PiNCH...TRULY SOME OF…NO EXTRA…A DEAD COMBO OF TRUE LOVE MADE…PAiD…SAVED?

BANNERS USED TO HAVE A DiFFERENT MEANiNG…ONES THEY FLEW NOT jUST CROSSiNG A BRiDGE...BUT BUiLDiNG AND BURNiNG THEM TOO. “WHAT ELSE CAN WE DO” iS SUCH A RHETORiCAL QUESTiON…iN LOVE…NOTHiNG iS EVER OVER.

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SOMETiMES, ALL iT NEEDS iS A LiTTLE, LiGHTER FLUiD...YOU KNOW, ON THE ELEMENTAL LEVEL...DREAMS WORTH THE GHOSTS UNLiKE ANY MOViES YOU'D EVER PAY MONEY TO READ. GLASSES LEAD THE CHARGE…CAUSE… “Ask for me today; and you shall find me a grave man.”