Thursday, March 8, 2018

To Thee My Thought Goes (Sonnet) Comments

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Your garment hangs here clear and clean, so blue,
And in the hook your belt-stone, blue and true;
The sight of them gives me illusions, dear,
That you're still ready for my nightly fear.
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Perdita Young (Hanna Wang)
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