DarkGold WolfEyes

Please excuse grammer, syntax, and spelling errors that I can absolutely assure will happen. Bare with me, and I will try to tone down the quanity of such happenings , so as to not affect the (I use this word liberally) quality of my works.

Yes, and on one last note, don’t allow my massive vocabulary and daunting finesse with the english language to intimidate your tiny, tiny mind…. *cough cough*

Stop looking at me like that. See, I know what i’m doing… just, not what i’m saying.

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sunlight’s taste of tart lemons
against pressed shut eyelids
wakes Lavender
to the dry heated day
sweet treated sway
of the low, bound oak limbs
and starry eyed prim-rose.
snake-ish and slow
slow is the waking, breaking from dreams.
And does Lavender’s making, praying seem
selfish
or stowing
of self-centered desires
but they are none of which
A Lavender color can acquire.