His Elapsed Sight

Semblative a poet's wooer A villain's swain wot not? The complex pox,a sickly wine? Whore,a huligan mazzle sooner the old blue wanes What remains? Waggish frawn? Sedative grief. These trumpery looks of stones,this vaward sob, Prattle odds and old slacks,quaffing soup; how whimpish. Seething lavander: the vapour shroud song_ Crest twinkle like fatties and momies_haist Young poet. Irish kinds My simbling beauty. The scented feet of hers;Suwilangi,this line These glamps inverted words. humpy dot? flamish eyes. His slow paced emotions; these_built on tempered motor varlet swain wot not? The simple wax,no ill bed drink. My lady,maybe last;run now_ squeeze my breath_from my hands take your heart. Wisper slow fade as smoke;his sight these:elapsed.