she stares into the darkness.
eyelids mar sighlids.
winds shalt cower
as curtains glower.
and--
and perhaps
were i
to see her--
in the head of a deer,
in the wink of a
blink of an eye
perhaps then
't'would not be i
who fear doth see.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 2:12 PM UTC
she stares into the darkness.
eyelids mar sighlids.
winds shalt cower
as curtains glower.
and--
and perhaps
were i
to see her--
in the head of a deer,
in the wink of a
blink of an eye
perhaps then
't'would not be i
who fear doth see.
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