Still trying to install the Muse. Wisps of warm tissue I shall roll around shape into the softness that I must feel. And in this new strange beauty which I found Wonder so deeply at your sweet appeal. O Life would I not take you in my dreams Float with you into summers I have lost And all the aching... Sign in to see full entry.
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