Petty Hearts
Wednesday, March 2, 2016
The Woods
We of whom,
born of crude,
rooted and bound.
oaken taunt.
temper hearts, willow's kiss
did have, do...
blossom we do!
Rather i, choose death,
over die.....
tis a patient content.
A memento vivere in the woods!
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