harking back to an earlier poem of mine: poor wendy -- all the heroines get left behind. but she was a darling after all. yes, i very much have tears in my eyes. and it shall be hard to see, and sometimes i won't want to, but i will go on looking an...
i play classical music in the bathroom: lullabies lull a lost cause to sleep some nights sometimes — closed eyes and shower head tinglings to soothe this wound; dulled in cold water my sunny bloomed red thighs which have known no other but you. yet who could have known what a burden love would be ?
(17/06/2018)
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