still and resting tirelessly within the armor her heart has wrought bitterlie
bound and taunted continuall to and by the sea
watching the stars fall and extinguish gentle amongst the waues through which he wades
hidden as she waited for another, adamant, a mistake of groning ghost for loe was made
for whatsoever from one place doth fall is with the tide unto another brought
is there nothing lost that may be found if sought?
Saturday, August 21, 2010
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