Here, a handful of peonies for your vase.
Tag: poem
Untitled, a horsefly soliloquy
In the shattered visage of a thousand eyes, I see your hands cleave with swift wrath, And I die.
Listen to the tickling sound of phucks given~
Listen to the tickling sound of phucks given~
Here, a handful of peonies for your vase.
In the shattered visage of a thousand eyes, I see your hands cleave with swift wrath, And I die.
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