When Black Roses cease to BLOOM,
And violets are Black and Blue;
When Ravens in the dead of Night,
Fall upon our Morning Dew;
This Love that clouds thee,
Upon our Sublimity Day -
Idle in Auroras of August;
To my flower - pray!
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
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