alas...
Glancing, spin me like wool, fine wool.
Weave what is I with your eyes
As the craftsman her glass,
As the potter his clay.
Weave what is I with your eyes
As the craftsman her glass,
As the potter his clay.
posted by yonderincarp at 15:50
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You have a crush on somebody or am I understanding this piece wrong?
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