William TroupBeloved

Published on Mon, 23rd Jun 2025 at 22:05

by William Troup

Beloved! manifestations drip from this weary earnest heart; as if someone, maybe a lonely rose, beseeched an early path. As carnations weep in soil, the kind I've yet to spoil, escort me, my sonorous wren, as I have yet to sale... Beloved! manifestations cease from this blithe and fearless path. as if someone ... yes, my morning rose, fell upon my heart ...

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