Lying here
In obtuse glory
The morning blushes
And burnished motes
Dance across the room
Wondering
Wherefore art thou
Wandering in tinctures
Of blue or red or green
When we both should be
Lying here
In obtuse glory
Obtuse Glory. A poem.
Lying here
In obtuse glory
The morning blushes
And burnished motes
Dance across the room
Wondering
Wherefore art thou
Wandering in tinctures
Of blue or red or green
When we both should be
Lying here
In obtuse glory
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Haha, exactly! XD
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