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Dec. 15th, 2002 03:54 pmPoem
I think of your face and of its deepest bewilderment.
It makes me sad as if the morning
were a tower or pair
of themhaunted and pure,
degenerate, elevated, strange of view
in solitude.
Katy Lederer
Winter Sex
Verse Press
I think of your face and of its deepest bewilderment.
It makes me sad as if the morning
were a tower or pair
of themhaunted and pure,
degenerate, elevated, strange of view
in solitude.
Katy Lederer
Winter Sex
Verse Press
no subject
Date: 2002-12-15 04:50 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-12-15 05:13 pm (UTC)