Ode of HelleboreA Poem by CorsetLooking through your glass gaze glazed as dew frost on Hellebore all the downcast floral faces; thespians in late winter bloom, already even closer than they to the bitter cold truth, there is just no substitute for the chalice of snow to warm winter sun. © 2020 CorsetReviews
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2 Reviews Added on October 31, 2020 Last Updated on October 31, 2020 AuthorCorsetSan Antonio, TXAboutMy Dearest It's a James Blunt Day no no not to smithereens. bah. more..Writing
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