Thee Encombrance Thee
Thee is a tenasity to me,
all that I can encombrance thee.
Twassed Thee morning that come swiftly
like a nightcowel grasping hold
of the blanket once more.
Twass'ed what thee,
of what tenasity,
can thee be of what
I have seen it to be
An Awakening
Dawn of Dusk
awakening
Copyright © Matthew Rozon | Year Posted 2016
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