Forget me not
Swathed in brightest
charms and divine pacers
Cut loose! don't deny truth
xx//qr3:hint.
When I thee do face,
deface, embrace
mirror \ cataclysm
What's left, your breath?
It seems a surfeit tooth,
broken through cold tissue.
Regalia.
June 5, 2010
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