Sink, dive. With wet branches.
Accept, moan. With young paths
Climb, speak: withering.
Tight root, dismal branch.
My thin, helpless welcome stands.
Lost moss, bare temple.
The hot moon crawling;
It is the wrinkled water.
Contending, I sink.
Accept, moan. With young paths
Climb, speak: withering.
Tight root, dismal branch.
My thin, helpless welcome stands.
Lost moss, bare temple.
The hot moon crawling;
It is the wrinkled water.
Contending, I sink.
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lorelei:
lol... your kitty profile pic.. is that shit for real? 
quagmire2:
It's a real cat, if that's what you mean, but it's not mine. I didn't take the picture.
