Suspended in Gafa
O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Cold coffee makes for cold fingertips. Middle.
I think the woman who owns the winery I interviewed for called the house this morning. My brother told her I wasn't here. I don't know why he did that.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Cold coffee makes for cold fingertips. Middle.
I think the woman who owns the winery I interviewed for called the house this morning. My brother told her I wasn't here. I don't know why he did that.