...whomever wants it.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCXLIX)
How leaden racks hone caller airs' detail
As rain comes marching grandly through. Leaves thence
All whisper soto voce as I hence
What? listen to an airplane's voice, the pale
Hours fraught beyond their import in betrayl,
Cuz love and romance weren't my cuppa sense
According to his measures, no. Fr'intents
"Goodbye." now echoes hollowly sans bail.
Let's know that dreams were only what we stir
To frustrate colder truth's keen tooth. I knew
That when I tweeted "dream come true" twas poor
Cuz he'll not be mair than a dream. What do
We, eh? Nor can aught choclate salve me fer
All that. The Scriptures comfort. Let that do.
12May18a
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
...whomever wants it.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCXLIX)
How leaden racks hone caller airs' detail
As rain comes marching grandly through. Leaves thence
All whisper soto voce as I hence
What? listen to an airplane's voice, the pale
Hours fraught beyond their import in betrayl,
Cuz love and romance weren't my cuppa sense
According to his measures, no. Fr'intents
"Goodbye." now echoes hollowly sans bail.
Let's know that dreams were only what we stir
To frustrate colder truth's keen tooth. I knew
That when I tweeted "dream come true" twas poor
Cuz he'll not be mair than a dream. What do
We, eh? Nor can aught choclate salve me fer
All that. The Scriptures comfort. Let that do.
12May18a
Right now I'm too sunk to care.
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