now that my days over boil with teeming
and nothing loves me so.... I must love You.
i must not restrain my whimsy, but rather
conjure amaranths from dead soil. Happy yet deflated -
i must come from Somewhere I have been ....
or all places.
or else, be in the clutches
of less Beauty.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 4:45 AM UTC
now that my days over boil with teeming
and nothing loves me so.... I must love You.
i must not restrain my whimsy, but rather
conjure amaranths from dead soil. Happy yet deflated -
i must come from Somewhere I have been ....
or all places.
or else, be in the clutches
of less Beauty.
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