Oct 2017
I once
knew a
girl who
entirely reared
their lip
she adjoined
me whether
green till
dement was
more a
hand in
artisan with
the moon
once more
aghast than
wrought for
encore there
knew a
girl who
entirely reared
their lip
she adjoined
me whether
green till
dement was
more a
hand in
artisan with
the moon
once more
aghast than
wrought for
encore there
(Bloom)
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