tonight
walking
i see
in
the
passing
tightly
gusseted
human things
a very small pretty
which
is in their lips
hiding till their
lover turns
(whispering sweetly nothing)
or laughs abruptly children
causing one causeless
unnecessary grin
to perch instantly
) the wind against my coat
presses coldly
November and.
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 12:00 AM UTC
tonight
walking
i see
in
the
passing
tightly
gusseted
human things
a very small pretty
which
is in their lips
hiding till their
lover turns
(whispering sweetly nothing)
or laughs abruptly children
causing one causeless
unnecessary grin
to perch instantly
) the wind against my coat
presses coldly
November and.
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