Tag: love
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Orb of Maybes
To love and suffer, to suffer another, is embarrassing awfully I wouldn’t permit it normally but I am bit; the romance of Paris Makes my heart Her garret; Her sweet nothings mine parrots Where it leads; the lesson dawns: the tale in telling grows awesomely Awaiting first frost’s thaw, in awe of glassy, classy, crystalline…
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She
She’s different Of my women least giving Most gelid, least feeling Most feline, least frigid Most rigid, least deferent Least diffident, most dissident Least likely to grow, most in temper akin Autumn cold Yet something in her sweep and bends lures, I tend to go Down sewer ladders and over fences Though her myriad offences…