even as crustations would be crawling next to me,
yet the squalor is no longer than a memory of thee,
and the candor of my slander casts a shadow I agree.
Friday, July 27, 2012
I am pining for an existential sea
When I'm writing I am pining for an existential sea,
even as crustations would be crawling next to me,
yet the squalor is no longer than a memory of thee,
and the candor of my slander casts a shadow I agree.
even as crustations would be crawling next to me,
yet the squalor is no longer than a memory of thee,
and the candor of my slander casts a shadow I agree.
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