Need you away.
Pure, like scour wind through skeletal hedges
Stark upon a skylined field. No leaves.
Gone.
Want no shelter.
Want no easy sooth. The words themselves
Are blown: Beside the point. Always
To exasperate by nearness, not
Quite near enough. So go.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
Need you away.
Pure, like scour wind through skeletal hedges
Stark upon a skylined field. No leaves.
Gone.
Want no shelter.
Want no easy sooth. The words themselves
Are blown: Beside the point. Always
To exasperate by nearness, not
Quite near enough. So go.
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