Bauble brothers, they hang red,
one rotund, one spouted,
both made a magenta
melancholy by the fog.
It whispers white nightly,
slipping ****** seeds
down with paper-funnel tales
of supple branches stripped,
and the skin-cracking eyes,
coming too soon to cull.
Mar 18, 2010
Mar 18, 2010 at 8:05 AM UTC
Bauble brothers, they hang red,
one rotund, one spouted,
both made a magenta
melancholy by the fog.
It whispers white nightly,
slipping ****** seeds
down with paper-funnel tales
of supple branches stripped,
and the skin-cracking eyes,
coming too soon to cull.
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