For Grim
By ictaluri
There are oceans to climb, And mountains to swim, There are storm clouds to mime, And ebonies to dim. But nothing I will ever do Could compare To the weirdness of you. I think I'll go bathe In the oak tree outside, And use the new acorns To rinse off my hide. And when I'm done, I'll shed the skin, Where ever you touched, While I was still in. Written October 15th, 2001 © on Oct 18 2001 01:03 AM PST 0 • 8
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"There are oceans to climb,..."