I was open like a book is closed. but a gorgeous sort of apple-worm
doting on inlets of fever and dim revels. I slept in a barn.
i swept infinity under the carpet to approach an impossible scenario -
while slumbering for no reason as I gathered a host of reasons.
True I parked in the dark quadrants of my simple joys,
But I digressed.
I came upon a pool of sublime introspection
and my reflection
was another
Boy.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 12:42 PM UTC
I was open like a book is closed. but a gorgeous sort of apple-worm
doting on inlets of fever and dim revels. I slept in a barn.
i swept infinity under the carpet to approach an impossible scenario -
while slumbering for no reason as I gathered a host of reasons.
True I parked in the dark quadrants of my simple joys,
But I digressed.
I came upon a pool of sublime introspection
and my reflection
was another
Boy.
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