At five o’clock one April morn
At five o’clock say dream name
At five o’clock one broad leaf
At five o’clock yes quite pure
At five o’clock sea sound bare
At five o’clock dig blade into
At five o’clock add sleep thus
At five o’clock one April morn
I haven't felt this way about poetry before... Oh god, you are divine...
ReplyDeleteHigh praise, Jade. I hope to be worthy of it!
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