I live in peregrine flesh
I think in a peregrine head
I don’t want to be stultified!
(Apparition!
Why you write so loud?)
I have been cured
To perversity
I live in peregrine flesh
I think in a peregrine head
I don’t want to be stultified!
(Apparition!
Why you write so loud?)
I have been cured
To perversity
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I can’t stop re-reading this – there’s something fascinating about it.
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It is my great pleasure to meet such an impression of yours about my poem and an encouraging tell. I’ll just run to your blog and I am satisfied that I have found it.
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