Blind in a FlowerpatchBlind in a flowerpatch, petals at thy side. Fingers touch, feeling such flowers that ye find. Pick a Tulip. Pick a weed. Watch for Foxglove. Pick not with greed. Feel the earth, between thy toes. Break the thorn, but not the rose. Blind to difference, except in scent. Some seduce, and some reject. Some are pleasant just to pass. But to linger long breathes poison gas. Pretty Iris may mislead and Nightshade maybe She may be. But most are rooted much too deep. Try thy might. Their grip they keep.Blind in a Flowerpatch
The Ballad of the SuccubusBefore I came to Delaware I loved a bonny lass For sure she was quite far away And lonely time did pass. But I was true until the day I walked in Wilmington For in this sleeping school of art My lovers life was done. I met within the ivory walls A lass who seemed quite fair I told her of my love away Her pain she did declare. A blackened boy she sought escape She told me of her pain And I a silly foolish lad Was taken by her game. She told me words I yearned to hear A picture she did paint Of lover’s life I did not have my meThe Ballad of the Succubus
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if i went away would you wont me to stay
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How much is that wolfie in da window? Arf~Arf :3
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