harpy

[cakewoman]

suddenly.

i am become

breathing Regard.

and peer with blue

or brown; thus days

with me, with green

not less stone but

harder.

and hours of

deism

leave me sore; i

leave the man. i

leave the blue green

gods need more than

windows

we peer brownly.

knowing is

not love, not quite.

prose is lost in

colored eyes; in

green and blue You

Sinning

Men

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I love you.

[anoelopan]

and that story messed with my head...