*yes* you


Later, (more ado about her hairlo)

She is,
All the madly beautiful glory
Of Creation Eternal
Scarcely contained
In the slender slip of light
That is her mortal form.



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Written on 2014-06-22 at 19:57

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Sounds like a lovely ode to someone held dear to heart... very beautiful :)
2014-06-23

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Dear Ghost, Loret.
by Chaucer Whethers