w
w
wh
what loves
this
I?i
loves the
rushing of in girls
Summer when heat
does its lips in forked
seething.
I loves
the hush
of almost winter nights
and the concise
melancholy
of empty rooms.
I loves
the by
cherriest of wristness
to loosely
in vagrant slumber
stir whitely.
I loves
the brother of my brother, and
the little timid
of barely unviolence boys
(in fists very tightly which).
But.
w w ww what loves
Iis
the most
of life
and lessing
too
of it
into
primest daftness of sleep.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 4:00 AM UTC
w
w
wh
what loves
this
I?i
loves the
rushing of in girls
Summer when heat
does its lips in forked
seething.
I loves
the hush
of almost winter nights
and the concise
melancholy
of empty rooms.
I loves
the by
cherriest of wristness
to loosely
in vagrant slumber
stir whitely.
I loves
the brother of my brother, and
the little timid
of barely unviolence boys
(in fists very tightly which).
But.
w w ww what loves
Iis
the most
of life
and lessing
too
of it
into
primest daftness of sleep.
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