or the neat, pleasant, wind or
the meek pleasing almost like
there is outside. An ocean or
a trillion(very small mouths)
who pile into one minute
tumult the whole of every
lung. Which is the slight breeze
that presses across your shoulders
and nape
suddenly
when the lid of god's sullen eye Springs
and out
is borne
that fleetest
that fleetingest
**** innocent
lust
of
Spring
May 27, 2012
May 27, 2012 at 5:39 AM UTC
or the neat, pleasant, wind or
the meek pleasing almost like
there is outside. An ocean or
a trillion(very small mouths)
who pile into one minute
tumult the whole of every
lung. Which is the slight breeze
that presses across your shoulders
and nape
suddenly
when the lid of god's sullen eye Springs
and out
is borne
that fleetest
that fleetingest
**** innocent
lust
of
Spring
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