The Lady of the Lambs, a Shepherdess of Sheep

Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white...
She holds her little thoughts in sight,
Though gay they run and leap.
She is so circumspect and right;
She has her soul to keep.
-- Alice Meynell

Tuesday

I would kiss you on the mouth in a safe house

And I can't help it if it's over babe
You can't help it, though you tried
Your poor little soul is wearing pretty thin

It's a bitch, ain't it babe
To live while you're young
I'm crushed that the world turned over so soon






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