s e.e.dlings

how myself has been coarse and dull compared with you,silently who you are the sprouting largest final air the you i know (i picked you there struts in the kittens of your hands which curl in memories like pockets coarse and dulled we are laundering tidbits of life, as if doing some dirty thing why then is it such discomfort after all this time in memory how myself has been coarse and dull compared with you,silently who you are, how smiling may be made as skilfully.) But carry this flower wholly did you ever fear, me in your heart ? that i do not fall into this street is love that myself has been rendered coarse and dull laundering packets of air (I do not fear my heart i picked you there I picked you there I picked you there