the something you alive,
white naked
blue eyed
stranding
blonde
darkly
wheat gold
i run
,a finger,
through
while makes
gladness
sing saying
by voice
the mouth
of your
soul
i (Dear)
am not
without thy
chasteness
after chasing
the morning
on hills cloaked in
crocus and thyme
reach to hold
the crust of your
divine health
a cheek
pallid
struck through
(rouge)
and beating
little by
heart
this my
dear
let
this anthem
of thy breath
ring through
all stillness
a golden tone
exciting every
atom to
DANCE
Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 4:03 PM UTC
the something you alive,
white naked
blue eyed
stranding
blonde
darkly
wheat gold
i run
,a finger,
through
while makes
gladness
sing saying
by voice
the mouth
of your
soul
i (Dear)
am not
without thy
chasteness
after chasing
the morning
on hills cloaked in
crocus and thyme
reach to hold
the crust of your
divine health
a cheek
pallid
struck through
(rouge)
and beating
little by
heart
this my
dear
let
this anthem
of thy breath
ring through
all stillness
a golden tone
exciting every
atom to
DANCE
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