hover her hover her your love hovered in spurs conquer, always beaten into soiled soot my feet are whisking the desert floor my hands are a gelding this cactus' thorns lace, rosemary, time and vines cover him cover him my thin frame covered the cures
the Urals moaned to their Himalayan friends through wind they spite each others mighty forms but still they're friends, both Mountains, chained the same Ergo spell; tell me have the Tibetan chants gained their grow?
I'll never know him or she as long as they move East I am rot in June as deliberate as a sun on sand by noon ******* stuck you are in wet mold mildew
I dried the flask peeled a mask burnt the rain sent the pain
How daring of you to respond as a washed up un-sterile pond