What a pleasure it is
To speak one's mind
Irrelevantly and irreverently
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PoesíaWhat is it I see Through these wavering glass spheres? Foreign tongues written far off in the heavens, Feelings incarnate, Scrawled across the bottomless sky For the seraphs and me alone to read. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #257 (8/28/16) Vote if you e...
To Speak One's Mind
What a pleasure it is
To speak one's mind
Irrelevantly and irreverently
