More solemn than Winter
is your August
sometimes the seashells
spoke of kinder climes
but August is a wicked month,
you have matched your red hair season,
like hued revelry
they await to be tasted your vibrant lips.
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 5:09 PM UTC
More solemn than Winter
is your August
sometimes the seashells
spoke of kinder climes
but August is a wicked month,
you have matched your red hair season,
like hued revelry
they await to be tasted your vibrant lips.
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