her it
the soporific
very dreaming
split of
easy night
falls so lovely
brushed of balmy
hair short
in tender heap
of girlness heat
it the deftness
of a wrist
hangs
softly loose
uncurled
lightly the fingers
in
her such steeply wonderful brain
a song is me
by love's lips it
i
the earth the
night
echo primly
kissing
and
couth
so a fancy
is all the world
to her in lovely slumber's keep
such as i would like to enter
and of its beauty reap
a flower on who would rise
all youth in me to crown
and lay my middle finger
in crimson parting's drown
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 3:13 AM UTC
her it
the soporific
very dreaming
split of
easy night
falls so lovely
brushed of balmy
hair short
in tender heap
of girlness heat
it the deftness
of a wrist
hangs
softly loose
uncurled
lightly the fingers
in
her such steeply wonderful brain
a song is me
by love's lips it
i
the earth the
night
echo primly
kissing
and
couth
so a fancy
is all the world
to her in lovely slumber's keep
such as i would like to enter
and of its beauty reap
a flower on who would rise
all youth in me to crown
and lay my middle finger
in crimson parting's drown
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