Kisses For Harley Poem by Tor Silvertongue
Kisses For Harley
She's the Alice to my Hatter,
I'm the Joker to her Quinn.
She keeps telling me I ain't crazy,
With that maniacal grin.
Her cards bearing diamonds,
Tucked into the ribbon of my hat.
A momento,
A keepsake,
She holds forever elusive, in the wake of the Cat.
Without her,
I've lost all of my fight.
A comedian without his humor.
Gotham,
Without it's Dark Knight.
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