the such my hands(yourstiny)they
,as like rain,
they the their
body itt
e
e
ms
like with
beauty it
sings
singly
it
seems
unseemly
.
Dear it
the cough
your *******
they
point they
coo they
their
fracas is
it soft
does make
hardme to reek
of youth so mad feverishly
i, like coming morning, wash
your valley full
my piercing ray,
i
until do
(as day does
)
break
and hollow fill
the swallowing
of thy hips
( the color of thy bonny
the cherry of your lips )
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
the such my hands(yourstiny)they
,as like rain,
they the their
body itt
e
e
ms
like with
beauty it
sings
singly
it
seems
unseemly
.
Dear it
the cough
your *******
they
point they
coo they
their
fracas is
it soft
does make
hardme to reek
of youth so mad feverishly
i, like coming morning, wash
your valley full
my piercing ray,
i
until do
(as day does
)
break
and hollow fill
the swallowing
of thy hips
( the color of thy bonny
the cherry of your lips )
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