mine goose's bump

.


     i feel the flush uv mine
                  the
               exactly
           when front i
           the time ago
             she posed

              dream'd 
                  or
                  no
az the imagined wood nymph
             there hern
                stood

          and out again 
       mine pen and slip
        for i to compose

                hern
                wisp
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