perhaps you are
that precious dew,
the lifebringer,
precious sensation
bringing life
to what died
so long ago.
i delight in masks
the lie of purity,
the indecision resting
upon a pretty girl's crown.
she will
come tumbling
down.
can
you catch
her?
will she love you
if you do?
Sunday, October 27, 2013
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