A shuttered restraint consoles me,
That my doing in release
Is a halting magnificence,
Of static electricity blooming
Residing in every molting crease.
A shuttered restraint consoles me,
That my doing in release
Is a halting magnificence,
Of static electricity blooming
Residing in every molting crease.
brilliant ~ you are so cool ❤
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simple brain of monkey always enjoy mysteriousness of poem here. sometime monkey think brain almost grasp meaning. and then it slip away. but monkey always try again.
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