How luv chart started was, one day
they were losing track:
Each spike and doldrum went unrecorded
like spikes and whorls of both
flowers and fingerprints. Ah yes,
she was like, “My sepals and stipules
you’ve trended into; let’s set aside ‘luv
chart’ more for dear memory’s
sake than for our land’s, before
we were the land—” Again, the man
replied, I will draw it. Daily will
I mark it. You do your part and so far
no big complaints from either party.
“If fear, or pain, or grief be thy
portion, go back deep in mirror
and remember me there, therefore
the touch, the white, white teeth,
and the frivolous crest of hair.”
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Thursday, September 29, 2016 at 10:17 am
Wow lovely
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