his hooves
have ground the sand before
to steed the vestal beach
as always it seems, Evangeline[...]
adrift on the cold — kiss of tides(0)
2008 November 11
his hooves
have ground the sand before
to steed the vestal beach
as always it seems, Evangeline[...]
adrift on the cold — kiss of tides
dreamer
precious, I have carried safe,
the salt of your renaissance mouth
white within red velvet
pocketed bright flowersthe oddity of surfacing
Into your eyes they forged the misconception
You would be something more if you listened. Taught
Servility instead of self discovery
And its rashness to bring forth acquaintance
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