A Nylon, Shoestrings and A Muslim Mat
Beautiful connections, they appear to have woven over all
The shattered beings somersaulted twice about us in
This reasoning charged with something as furious as laugh
Days drop just within half about an inch between this eye
Socket and that edge of an outlet cord i am about to tie
My arms with, with you on, or beside, the strings
We have not used their algebra to count. Here this sense
Sickens us with passion, thrice we made the yellow try
Them with themselves to match their own blood that is
Erstwhile tying us two to a summer beauty. Now, a chafing.
The shattered beings somersaulted twice about us in
This reasoning charged with something as furious as laugh
Days drop just within half about an inch between this eye
Socket and that edge of an outlet cord i am about to tie
My arms with, with you on, or beside, the strings
We have not used their algebra to count. Here this sense
Sickens us with passion, thrice we made the yellow try
Them with themselves to match their own blood that is
Erstwhile tying us two to a summer beauty. Now, a chafing.
ako sang gi-print imong poems, ako ni balik-balikon ug basa unya. would like to leave a proper comment unta, pero murag wala na koy right, huhu.
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hannilou |
9:32 PM GMT+8
ako sang gi-print imong poems. balik-balikon nako ni'g basa unya. would like to leave a proper comment unta, pero murag wala na koy right, huhu.
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hannilou |
9:34 PM GMT+8
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Richard J.A. |
11:38 PM GMT+8
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