what Idid is
i looked right
cutting through
the brambles and shale
and into
your very chest
and (
what
saw
i
were
such beauty
so
colours
and
deeply
stitched
) in you
i have spied
almost breaking flowers
about whom i'd draw my
careful hands and cup
them carry them
in my heart those
nearly caving stemmed
roses i'd
love
them
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 5:21 PM UTC
what Idid is
i looked right
cutting through
the brambles and shale
and into
your very chest
and (
what
saw
i
were
such beauty
so
colours
and
deeply
stitched
) in you
i have spied
almost breaking flowers
about whom i'd draw my
careful hands and cup
them carry them
in my heart those
nearly caving stemmed
roses i'd
love
them
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