frail i, in moonlight shall, march
up wisp of spring
into gabled spilt
juice
of curving dawn
orange
whose rind
like the human also
drys
withers
sloughs
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 1:14 AM UTC
frail i, in moonlight shall, march
up wisp of spring
into gabled spilt
juice
of curving dawn
orange
whose rind
like the human also
drys
withers
sloughs
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