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She
She picks lilies amongst the pond scum of my soul
Her thumbs trodden with the earth she loves
The sickness of the abstract thought
" Am I worthy?"
Bemused I wrestle the sun
The rays of her smile smite me lonely-in the gardens of her soul
Her thumbs trodden with the earth she loves
The sickness of the abstract thought
" Am I worthy?"
Bemused I wrestle the sun
The rays of her smile smite me lonely-in the gardens of her soul
Published 25th Mar 2019
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26th Mar 2019 4:56am
You know,
this reads (Feels) like a
Push-me-Pull
applying to You and She
Such is the every going of relationships -- potential or ongoing
I enjoyed the read (even if i read not what You meant)
this reads (Feels) like a
Push-me-Pull
applying to You and She
Such is the every going of relationships -- potential or ongoing
I enjoyed the read (even if i read not what You meant)
26th Mar 2019 9:50am
