harking back to an earlier poem of mine: poor wendy -- all the heroines get left behind. but she was a darling after all. yes, i very much have tears in my eyes. and it shall be hard to see, and sometimes i won't want to, but i will go on looking an...
and i had that feeling of my prom gone all wrong -- dress torn with an eyelash glance on my cherry cheek, of their watchful gazes at the party -- forlorn in my faux furs today as when i was away in dreamscape ;away and escaping her in a song that bloomed hell from my daisy chained throat: when night fell on your scuffed shoes yet still j'ai rêvé de toi, tu sais, but you are : a cauchemar
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