You are upsweep and whistle,
brontide I'd rather misconstrue.
Cordelia, you are abrasive
and I was never tough,
but my fingers are calloused
and my hands compliant.
Your empty bellows
are all I believe in.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 6:07 AM UTC
You are upsweep and whistle,
brontide I'd rather misconstrue.
Cordelia, you are abrasive
and I was never tough,
but my fingers are calloused
and my hands compliant.
Your empty bellows
are all I believe in.
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