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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