all the streets in girl things comely
arms a bit are haired in
(tan and tan)
the golden crush of whose mute fingers
make blithe the spring
and against
find the night homely
piercingly the mooon against
into slivers thousand make
their drooping slender of cotton haste
as cherry petals,
a branch from shake
in the wind to uncurlsome
neatly wan ankles
and fists o' skin girlsome
crease and crease alike(andunlike)
gossamer
faintly
of
pinkest aching to part
To enter loving
To exit heart
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
all the streets in girl things comely
arms a bit are haired in
(tan and tan)
the golden crush of whose mute fingers
make blithe the spring
and against
find the night homely
piercingly the mooon against
into slivers thousand make
their drooping slender of cotton haste
as cherry petals,
a branch from shake
in the wind to uncurlsome
neatly wan ankles
and fists o' skin girlsome
crease and crease alike(andunlike)
gossamer
faintly
of
pinkest aching to part
To enter loving
To exit heart
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