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Hast thou come here kindly and in beauty with the early and faintest dawn, whilst the undaunted night sky is newly bearing the dayspring once more; and dare I ask if perhaps I dream, or if you truly do drape thy left hand gently over my right side, whilst calling me-the struggling bud-to sprightly issue forth; heretofore to morph into a mighty flourisher, then left to beg most intently to be swathed in a manner of sole Love... and all in the misty morning light? -I shall ever await your answer, for now in effect one, 'till the day that I am grown: perhaps ne'er to escape for the vine, but evermore in the blest sun.
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
A Beggar To Desire
Hast thou come here kindly and in beauty with the early and faintest dawn, whilst the undaunted night sky is newly bearing the dayspring once more; and dare I ask if perhaps I dream, or if you truly do drape thy left hand gently over my right side, whilst calling me-the struggling bud-to sprightly issue forth; heretofore to morph into a mighty flourisher, then left to beg most intently to be swathed in a manner of sole Love... and all in the misty morning light? -I shall ever await your answer, for now in effect one, 'till the day that I am grown: perhaps ne'er to escape for the vine, but evermore in the blest sun.
jamie-l-cantore
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
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