asunder any new thought
and garish now my name
wax lyrical over all we ever spoke,
flourish with those wind dancers
vying the whispering ledge
expediting with the pine and turtle dove,
your lodestar was decidedly second class
he could never ascend,
to find himself another Spire.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 7:10 PM UTC
asunder any new thought
and garish now my name
wax lyrical over all we ever spoke,
flourish with those wind dancers
vying the whispering ledge
expediting with the pine and turtle dove,
your lodestar was decidedly second class
he could never ascend,
to find himself another Spire.
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