through/ i do
most certainly
it’s all about the weak lungs
the wild veil swings
the will is wanting to
the sparkling night ring
looks as if it fits my finger
most certainly
it’s all about the weak lungs
the wild veil swings
the will is wanting to
the sparkling night ring
looks as if it fits my finger
Posted by Annina at 03:03
Labels: muddleheaded, nocturnals, own work, poetry, spaces between
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