Dawn, at thy navel lies the errant fuzz of mountains
rough, slight, sulking shoulders awash
in thy muted crush
of swollen light cambered at the
waist and smeared with the
lumbering hulk of jasmine
Jul 4, 2012
Jul 4, 2012 at 3:17 AM UTC
Dawn, at thy navel lies the errant fuzz of mountains
rough, slight, sulking shoulders awash
in thy muted crush
of swollen light cambered at the
waist and smeared with the
lumbering hulk of jasmine
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