the world
(who shall by nothing easily break)
will eat the seed, my body
and of it forest make
where shall girls
in little nothing
wander
lithely
(a tiger amongst
)
and foals will
burst their mother's womb
and life will breath
from even dark-set tombs
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 3:12 PM UTC
the world
(who shall by nothing easily break)
will eat the seed, my body
and of it forest make
where shall girls
in little nothing
wander
lithely
(a tiger amongst
)
and foals will
burst their mother's womb
and life will breath
from even dark-set tombs
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