**“Take away, the paper;
cuts a hole in the heart.”**
Like bloom anew, awoken,
and envious: a verde-begotten
flaunty smirch veiled upon;
to flourish, now or maybe then?
Thereon fringes; in between spaces,
And the perversely peeking quills
spying; as eager ambience instills;
The silver bearing fissures seethes
red to be and yet; I see it paler,
that I might have it shed if ever
a pearl would shine over its beholder,
I’d dye me green, and cast that hand away.
**“Drift away, the ink;
trails farewell apart.”**
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC
**“Take away, the paper;
cuts a hole in the heart.”**
Like bloom anew, awoken,
and envious: a verde-begotten
flaunty smirch veiled upon;
to flourish, now or maybe then?
Thereon fringes; in between spaces,
And the perversely peeking quills
spying; as eager ambience instills;
The silver bearing fissures seethes
red to be and yet; I see it paler,
that I might have it shed if ever
a pearl would shine over its beholder,
I’d dye me green, and cast that hand away.
**“Drift away, the ink;
trails farewell apart.”**
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