oh that was May say?


and you asked me questions. of grief and darning wool, and the pulling socks, and the things one questioned. against night dark and other sporting things that time wove into a calendar, and bearing straight we came on a pass composed of things. no one counted none did but shame, sharing lust, at the hair of the dog. a man wanting home. where ~
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_________________________the prisoner knew better
                                                                                                                                                    she lived inside (a) Faulkner book

                  aft an fore 
the botanist
her boat
                               slide rule together along the lover's beat

How I was she asked but would not talk to me she was
wearing white I saw saying loud enough her X so's they
could hear her beauty shining