Fog in wig and gown
Muddiest — that leaden headed fog, too thick, groping, pestilent, holds this heaven and earth. Softly tripping on slippery pretence its owlish drawl from padded madhouse, dead in every churchyard, […]
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Dancer in the air
pretty castle rooms mirror look reflected dancer in the air five-and twenty of us lady losing balance Just a second one.. could not avoid it 🙂
Cloud the agony – for dVerse
Oh, ashamed to cloud the agony. Revenge his folly — slap me pardon. In conviction subdued — ventured sweetness, profiting to moderate his boyhood-lull diverted into irresistible attraction. Nameless disposition […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 