Thursday, December 11, 2008

The pale spirit of Ardore


Some look in there careless eyes upon it

some look in there intumesce glare

how could this happen

how could this man view love as if it was ghostly

gone, withered and opaque

leaving only a nude veiling

for tears to crush upon

would noninternalization ever stike him swiftly

as to reimburse his emotion

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