My Love
HE has tender eyes that
All her prim, set lips suppress —Daring thoughts that ever
Prisoned in her bashfulness;
Hints of sudden
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HE has tender eyes that
All her prim, set lips suppress —Daring thoughts that ever
Prisoned in her bashfulness;
Hints of sudden
I would like to bury all the hating eyes under the sand somewhere off the North Atlantic and suffocate them with the awful sand and put all their colors to sleep in that soft smother
Take the brown eyes of my father, those gun shots, those me...