Skin, the
girl you're
in. sleepsso
furiously amongst
the roots of chaste flowers
i twould
(to loose by touches febrile)
the flock; your gabled arch
unroost so mightily
tempests even would swoon
(and sodden every desert parched)
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 3:59 AM UTC
Skin, the
girl you're
in. sleepsso
furiously amongst
the roots of chaste flowers
i twould
(to loose by touches febrile)
the flock; your gabled arch
unroost so mightily
tempests even would swoon
(and sodden every desert parched)
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