surge
into the plinth
of your
monument.
i
will catch you.
my hands are like all things -
eager to please your
marble nape.
in recline
you hoist heavens.
in love's
shape.
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
surge
into the plinth
of your
monument.
i
will catch you.
my hands are like all things -
eager to please your
marble nape.
in recline
you hoist heavens.
in love's
shape.
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