| I will not a love poem write but love only myself and kill others! love poems, thought well & them! un welcomed’s I cast and ‘ccuse those I thought I loved I and suffer for it at work in the morning since I jarred myself out of that affected adoration; a difficult struggle ‘pon the right side (bigger) of my heart— clocking in two narf minutes— the rest disinfected and now free to free to too free to romance thee |
Monday, April 9
Peonies
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