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#utternakedness
Ya, finding yourself more naked than you ever fathomed possible... (sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCLXXXIV) So, showr just AFTER midnight, with a sense Of eerie things as lo, the verse' detail Which warns, "curse not the king..." nor in betrayl "...The rich--" ah, whither oh my soul, fr'intents?! Not e'en "...in thy bedchamber:..." wherefore hence? Lo, how "...a bird of [yes!] the air shall [pale Now, dearest me, as] carry [what?! bewail] The voice, and that which hath wings tell--" what hence? "...The matter." O thy secrets! Did I stir Myself to stoop so low, did I? No. Do Not tremble? How a Blue Jay's call as twere Wakes me at dawn. Why did that Scripture cue Me thus so many hours ago in tour? I am not guilty, am I? Or...who knew? 17Mar19b
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Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC
What Were the Secrets of Our Hearts Again?