Tuesday, 17 November 2009

Oh , I — I wanna be with you everywhere .













But you're just the 
Goodbye Boy 
to my cold morning,
boldly, brightly wound,
Perched on my distractions—
as if I could imagine 
thoughts of anything else,
Much less 
ones not accorded with
your charms and chagrin 
and chivalrous tells




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