you were my muse
and
more alluring than
a water nymph
you were my inchoation
teaching me how to rove
and becoming my termination
dead poets
would have cried at your feet
just as I once did
but
I stopped.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
you were my muse
and
more alluring than
a water nymph
you were my inchoation
teaching me how to rove
and becoming my termination
dead poets
would have cried at your feet
just as I once did
but
I stopped.
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