Sequenching
To me Thee, ‘is a sunder,
proped to one begging display
of teeming vigilance . . . what
to my Ire duth I believe?
Sweet sweet Melody preceding
me, laughter before me, thoughtlessly . . .
Carefree Notions of thee
pondering . . .
Copyright © Matthew Rozon | Year Posted 2016
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