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October 27, 2008 in Love, Poems | 1 comment
A solemn thing it was, I said, A woman white to be, And wear, if God should count me fit, Her hallowed mystery.
A timid thing to drop a life Into the purple well, Too plummetless that it come back Eternity until.
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Jules on October 30, 2008 at 5:31 pm
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