that gelid golden divine sprite
oh, make me rest awhile
i shall sleep longer by the ounce and wake with an aching smile
dear saintly brewed ultra in a can,
you are the liquified sun and the melted bran
that thirsts my soul and freeze my hand
i love you like the bees and their sticky honey
you paralyze my senses with buzzing and humming
somewhere a symphony tunes their strings by ear
cheers to the cold beer
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Such A Delicate Thing
Poetrya collection of poems about my sensitivity and contradictory
