All these things I could do
I wish I could scrumerge your vista
hurt your emotional calibre
pique your errant sojourn
Run counter to your plans
Turn off your sunshine tap
Un mistletoe your golden spleen
accommodate you in a cave
the sole occupant
adamantly theoretical unconversationalist
to echo alone
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2024
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