Upon her faithful frame togs
Of beauty hangs;
Rosy robe, smelling myrrh.
All the go love is unambiguous--
Nought hid; clear
Like glass, soft like foulard.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 10:10 AM UTC
Upon her faithful frame togs
Of beauty hangs;
Rosy robe, smelling myrrh.
All the go love is unambiguous--
Nought hid; clear
Like glass, soft like foulard.
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