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
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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