I took a faddish nonsense
And wove a certain charm
With words designed to scintillate,
postulate, disarm.
My lines were splendid nothings,
Mere heady repartee:
My ink pools weren’t for you, you see
but formed to flatter me.
Brianna Heseltine
I took a faddish nonsense
And wove a certain charm
With words designed to scintillate,
postulate, disarm.
My lines were splendid nothings,
Mere heady repartee:
My ink pools weren’t for you, you see
but formed to flatter me.
Brianna Heseltine
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