A great, cool parsing of night seals my lips,
And my sight is rustic sown to a light miles off.
My beloved struggles for setting,
beneath a peach pale sheet,
And caul of danced black
Brushed back from her brow,
Is both a tongue towards her regality,
As well as a deftly mastered veil.
My beloved reclines in a rose heart of admissions,
Cream and...
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And my sight is rustic sown to a light miles off.
My beloved struggles for setting,
beneath a peach pale sheet,
And caul of danced black
Brushed back from her brow,
Is both a tongue towards her regality,
As well as a deftly mastered veil.
My beloved reclines in a rose heart of admissions,
Cream and...
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My social hour coin is spent. A middle night of power-and-sail about the hills of kernel Austin to swim into heated bodies, burning neon and slim rye for a folded $10. I lurk about these shows once monthly, curious whether I demand to much... whether I demand it at all or only wrinkle my nose when found out of place at a brainless stint.
It...
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