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- Dinner Party at allpoetry
Well you walk the difference i spanned, Between the spate of your reason - Snow Shoes at allpoetry
Your skin is leisure that I touch, / Breaks like the spindle that I live from. / Lover December, your countenance is the door / Through which is held the grains / Of all I cannot remember. I choose not to see / How - Follow you at allpoetry
I have only been / under the skin of your lesiure / well the pleasure is all yours i'm sure / the door is open, why don't you just / walk right thrugh it? / why don't you - / Give me one good reason to die?
