thou are the magician
who cured my haetic soul
Isang like a elaton
thou serenaded like enraptured
I was flushed with quivering and subdued
In my sepulchre I heard a dirg fathomed by a Loon
It was pursued by a bassom
As years goes my soul is wandering like a
MORTAL...
Thursday, January 7, 2010
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