The life we leave
There was she drooping blithely on that Swing,
High Dyad inamorata in leagues.
Head down, a foil crasis queerly mimicking.
Josh Berry. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral Form. The life we leave.
Note: Inspired by the art below. Didn't know who did it though
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