Thy Heart
To What Thy, . . .
To What Thy, . . .
Thy, . . . Wonder.
Thy Loss, Twass'ed Thy'est Attune,
Thee Loss,
Carress,
Less Thee Loss, . . . To Thee,
Evening Moon, Not seen, But not missed,
Colapses' thy, in tombed Glory seeking, to me I find thus
Amusing to see, but yet what Glory now gives me
haste to find thee . . .
Copyright © Matthew Rozon | Year Posted 2018
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