harpy
suddenly.
i am become
breathing Regard.
and peer with blue
or brown; thus days
with me, with green
not less stone but
harder.
and hours of
deism
leave me sore; i
leave the man. i
leave the blue green
gods need more than
windows
we peer brownly.
knowing is
not love, not quite.
prose is lost in
colored eyes; in
green and blue You
Sinning
Men
suddenly.
we cannot seem
to speak.
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