On Thumbs and Auto-Complete
Ow, my darkling
My lope for you is endive
There will never be anonymous
To take your peace
Your voice sinks to me
in lovely harmless
Yoghurt heart beats with mine
in unisom
Togother we wall in steep
drown life$s cobbled pathetic
Handle in hand
forever, foreman
Copyright © Susan Buchel | Year Posted 2011
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