A greeting from yonder locker caught my ear (My)
As I was turning the tumbler, (love)
She approached me, slowly, her hand grazing (is)
My shoulder as she traveled to her place. (a)
From forth my insides come a noise (Rose)
So foul and decrepit, my cheeks (of)
Ripe with rubies, I began to make my (undying)
Pilgrimage to my shell once again. (flame,)
I was plucked out by the hand of God, (I,)
This is what effort feels like, I think, (the)
As I gazed into the eyes of sweet Aphrodite, (Phoenix)
I, Hephaestus, groveled before the angel before me. (from)
“There, there”, she crooned, “Thou mustn’t despair”, (the)
“I’ll show you the feeling of being in my care.” (ashes.)
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 7:05 PM UTC
A greeting from yonder locker caught my ear (My)
As I was turning the tumbler, (love)
She approached me, slowly, her hand grazing (is)
My shoulder as she traveled to her place. (a)
From forth my insides come a noise (Rose)
So foul and decrepit, my cheeks (of)
Ripe with rubies, I began to make my (undying)
Pilgrimage to my shell once again. (flame,)
I was plucked out by the hand of God, (I,)
This is what effort feels like, I think, (the)
As I gazed into the eyes of sweet Aphrodite, (Phoenix)
I, Hephaestus, groveled before the angel before me. (from)
“There, there”, she crooned, “Thou mustn’t despair”, (the)
“I’ll show you the feeling of being in my care.” (ashes.)
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