Tardis (Scene 1)

To whom shall he say
I have but loved no more
yet treason,steps upon my door step

To curl the fathom of the sword
what greatest depth shall I swallow

Seek you're hanging branch
Snap
if you will run

Yet with simple steps
caressed
with lonely heart

Be but strong
My heart lay

For ever in the eye

Stupefied by hands
dumb founded
by words

To touch
is yet unknown
to sleep
Is well
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Posted: Oct 2015
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