what if
you have to disgorge
all this frigid?
--- do not left me!
the bonfire
on your *****
see one's way
to ignite
our solitude
--- pulp
your own jitter!
before sorrow
come after
to the verge
of your slumber
your will-o'-the-wisp
rebound from nothingness
so let it winkers
to my wrinkle
to become the words
: valiant and resilient
as brave as my question
above
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 5:13 AM UTC
what if
you have to disgorge
all this frigid?
--- do not left me!
the bonfire
on your *****
see one's way
to ignite
our solitude
--- pulp
your own jitter!
before sorrow
come after
to the verge
of your slumber
your will-o'-the-wisp
rebound from nothingness
so let it winkers
to my wrinkle
to become the words
: valiant and resilient
as brave as my question
above
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