to love
it is
the me to care for lips seriously fragile. the
for me
to leap strenuously knowing
and dance amongst unknowing
the towering cadence, my heart. to
the for me (love) the
sturdily upheave the slowly clamoring of soil,
and march widely the span, my kiss, through closing
and meet with your kiss, the legion, my soul;
(a parting of silence. a fiercely innocent foal)
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
to love
it is
the me to care for lips seriously fragile. the
for me
to leap strenuously knowing
and dance amongst unknowing
the towering cadence, my heart. to
the for me (love) the
sturdily upheave the slowly clamoring of soil,
and march widely the span, my kiss, through closing
and meet with your kiss, the legion, my soul;
(a parting of silence. a fiercely innocent foal)
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