How your breath feels like a bract
the unfathomableness of perceptibly,
meanwhile our exististence is as garden clippers
to sundry ladders,
in a chasm we had reason to believe,
but the leaves have long mustered hence
your yellowing hair belonging to in-nobility
often subterfuge is a refuge .
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC
How your breath feels like a bract
the unfathomableness of perceptibly,
meanwhile our exististence is as garden clippers
to sundry ladders,
in a chasm we had reason to believe,
but the leaves have long mustered hence
your yellowing hair belonging to in-nobility
often subterfuge is a refuge .
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