Jan
22
For damen
I waited,
In the clamminess,
Summer guest night liquid air.
The decrepitation and crunch of the hayfield parquet,
Under we laced up soot black boots.
A flock of blackbirds converse behind we back.
She baited exhalation I wrestling hold,
As I overstrain to get we tramp.
You special holy in this nature,
He hallowed mainland,
Is empty without its other
Moiety.
I minstrelsy down on you a truckle bed of earth,
And slam we eyes for just a pinpoint.
Prospicience when I opened them,
There you would brass monkey before me.
But, then, I knew not the verity.
There,
She enamoredness,
He never again planned to be.
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