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To My Dear Once more I speak from no blind Without arms Without an edge I wish all the while The well was face to phase You were once in the hunt Yet it wasn't your scent I was after It was your fallen words Feelings Like leaves that still a windy day I remember that night You hosted and hoisted my delusions Pried my pride With your rules and my rues Shall a man be so shell shocked At you At the chill in the air The wave of a pointed hand The weave of lost tapestry Unfinished I often think back At my metamorphosis I was once told Your dialogue My dying on a log Like tomorrows frog To take upon a pond And to jump into it Logan Robertson 6/24/2019
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Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 7:48 PM UTC
logan-robertson
To My Dear, Amore
To My Dear Once more I speak from no blind Without arms Without an edge I wish all the while The well was face to phase You were once in the hunt Yet it wasn't your scent I was after It was your fallen words Feelings Like leaves that still a windy day I remember that night You hosted and hoisted my delusions Pried my pride With your rules and my rues Shall a man be so shell shocked At you At the chill in the air The wave of a pointed hand The weave of lost tapestry Unfinished I often think back At my metamorphosis I was once told Your dialogue My dying on a log Like tomorrows frog To take upon a pond And to jump into it Logan Robertson 6/24/2019
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