Oh you boy, your hair so gold.
The curls of wisdom yet to be told,
Coiled around my finger tight,
Delicate, you masculine light...
Will you keep my legs warm?
Oh you man, your grin so grim.
The bones of balance yet to win,
Rocked in silence of the air,
Archaic, you despair…
You gave up hope too suddenly.
Full Version: Oh you.
i really like this poem.
EXTEND IT.
EXTEND IT.
ha, alright. i'll try.
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