this was how
i
liked her best:
pallid roots
spread
some soft wet
in their twain
drawing
an oral sepulcher
to dine
on hertenderleaves
(i bent my lips
in grinning countenance
at
that infliction
i did
visit upon a
lovely sundrenched
tree)
May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 12:40 PM UTC
this was how
i
liked her best:
pallid roots
spread
some soft wet
in their twain
drawing
an oral sepulcher
to dine
on hertenderleaves
(i bent my lips
in grinning countenance
at
that infliction
i did
visit upon a
lovely sundrenched
tree)
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