antwerp (ii) — talking poeting
talking poeting
many her eyes reflect more
sting wind mine do
by her weight case
she gyroscoped
beauty folly
poets to find
without fraternité
here’s hardly broken ocean
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talking poeting
many her eyes reflect more
sting wind mine do
by her weight case
she gyroscoped
beauty folly
poets to find
without fraternité
here’s hardly broken ocean