bits and peices from the edges of my english notes..
It was March,
the moonlight was spread
perfectly icy-thin on the water
and the night was so full
that the bard owl swam through velvet
and I climbed stairs
upwards until dawn
....
Within these pale blue lines
I will lay myself,
I will stretch prone
before you, and wait.
Stitched like a cotton shirt
I will cover your back quietly-
you'll never know I'm there.
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