Thursday, February 26, 2009


Oh, how I love. Oh how I
lonely, lowly, languishing
my true love.
She does not appreciate.
Oh how, I paint,
so great, gaping, gnashing,
and only I see their brilliance.
Oh, how I go and all I do
is all
I love. I want to sleep.
to escape horrid
horrid, lacking,
burden that I am. 1. 2.
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