Even in the apple blossom moss of your sleep
A plod across the marsh of it, is such a placid deep-
And a withering of agony
a thing to keep...
Than ever was the promise
Of a hell beneath.
The quaint and gnarly burl of frost affixed to half the stars you marvel-
Crisp dark pleats
In absolute
Garments.
Tethered to your sleep
regardless.
Heart of heartless.
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 1:09 PM UTC
Even in the apple blossom moss of your sleep
A plod across the marsh of it, is such a placid deep-
And a withering of agony
a thing to keep...
Than ever was the promise
Of a hell beneath.
The quaint and gnarly burl of frost affixed to half the stars you marvel-
Crisp dark pleats
In absolute
Garments.
Tethered to your sleep
regardless.
Heart of heartless.
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