Thursday, 12 February 2015

cummings

if you like my poems let them walk in the evening a little behind you

then people will say
Along the road i saw a princess pass on her way to meet her lover (it was toward nightfall) with tall and ignorant serevants

                                                                                    e.e. cummings

Tomorrow it will be five years since I became a princess.

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