the siren rests
on top of this/
plump sphere
once leaped gleaming globules
thrice kept accountable & aye
left without a couplet.
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 4:31 PM UTC
the siren rests
on top of this/
plump sphere
once leaped gleaming globules
thrice kept accountable & aye
left without a couplet.
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