Placed under; a living spells breath As lighter fuel does a lit fire. Consume a slow kindling death That ignites the eternal; greenbrier. Gods’ ballerina swanlike swooned:
“Again” I cannot read... This world is just too busy. ...In its—countless, stampede Shouting, stamping, loudly Like the tarmacs black millipede. Slamming-gates, coughing
Of cause she’ll kiss me… With the palm of her hands curled. Within an acorns fragmented shell I shall bridge my dam before it breaks. And then and only then, I shall break…
Of cause she’ll kiss me… With the palm of her hands curled. Within an acorns fragmented shell I shall bridge my dam before it breaks. And then and only then, I shall break…
When does puberty, end...? I’m 45 and I’m still here asking… My former self; when will it end. When will I be a man? There’s no harm in looking… Is there, is ...there girls?
