What beauty born
rooting your daysto the dry
spreading your losses
in loosed winds
ugly rivers down in tongues
You arch across the day
from morning to moon
tempting a tremble
tempting a fall
much ado about decay
but what beauty born
Saturday, July 14, 2012
What Beauty Born
to the dry
spreading your losses
in loosed winds
ugly rivers down in tongues
You arch across the day
from morning to moon
tempting a tremble
tempting a fall
much ado about decay
but what beauty born
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You, dear, may have alla the prose and synaptic synonyms you desire off'n me blogs -IF- you'd allow this sinfull mortal to kiss your delicious, indelible, adorable feets in the Great Beyond. Think about it, wonderfull girly. Git back to me Upstairs, k?? God bless you.
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