I am not that whomever.
Cat, spilt from the night
Onto porches, clever
Thought out of sight.
Nor am I that nose
Bridging the eye's gap
Fore the knower knows
Nothing whence I’s lapse
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC
I am not that whomever.
Cat, spilt from the night
Onto porches, clever
Thought out of sight.
Nor am I that nose
Bridging the eye's gap
Fore the knower knows
Nothing whence I’s lapse
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