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*Call me 'the nonchalant' in Springs blue eyes Her favored son come to partake of sweet wine and honeycomb , of tenured pine and hardwood laced in spanish moss , of willow ponds long since crossed Tempered breath about my neck Anoint these weathered feet in May oil and myrrh A crown of 'suckle , **** grass between teeth , cascading pools beside her creekside beach* ...
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Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC
Spring Days ....
*Call me 'the nonchalant' in Springs blue eyes Her favored son come to partake of sweet wine and honeycomb , of tenured pine and hardwood laced in spanish moss , of willow ponds long since crossed Tempered breath about my neck Anoint these weathered feet in May oil and myrrh A crown of 'suckle , **** grass between teeth , cascading pools beside her creekside beach* ...
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