The fearless instraction.
The love of things, willow.
The newness of strings in a row.
A topic injusted,
A fated carnation.
Lapelled in your silkiest glow.
I want you not nearly.
Horizoning sunburst.
You're the fewest that I'll ever know.
I'll meet you on morrows.
With clumsiest wordings.
You're the seeds that I've not seen to sow.
Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 10:43 AM UTC
The fearless instraction.
The love of things, willow.
The newness of strings in a row.
A topic injusted,
A fated carnation.
Lapelled in your silkiest glow.
I want you not nearly.
Horizoning sunburst.
You're the fewest that I'll ever know.
I'll meet you on morrows.
With clumsiest wordings.
You're the seeds that I've not seen to sow.
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