came thee by thee came
a posthumous day
(the fold most grand and eloquent
the lancing fragrance)
i,m uncareful lucid cadaver
of sensible powder
crimped finely
so in the clarity of feverish dawn i drew and bent the notch
a shady dappled riot
where i wait for some madly gabbing burst
of wet unkempt
S
P
R
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n
g .
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 12:50 PM UTC
came thee by thee came
a posthumous day
(the fold most grand and eloquent
the lancing fragrance)
i,m uncareful lucid cadaver
of sensible powder
crimped finely
so in the clarity of feverish dawn i drew and bent the notch
a shady dappled riot
where i wait for some madly gabbing burst
of wet unkempt
S
P
R
I
n
g .
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