THE X in me
does not feel
so much so
that I never ask Y
Sensing confusion
the hearts of weak
clearly cannot C
Murmurs of dimness
so often that all I ask
is to B left a-loon
::01-18-2014::
THE X in me
does not feel
so much so
that I never ask Y
Sensing confusion
the hearts of weak
clearly cannot C
Murmurs of dimness
so often that all I ask
is to B left a-loon
::01-18-2014::
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January 19th, 2014 at 12:42 am
Love it! Always unique, truly beautiful, awesome, and ever so clever! 🙂
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January 19th, 2014 at 6:19 am
It is so very nice to know you enjoyed this work :). Thank you for such kinds words!
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