The potency of your apothegms
Drapes my darkness in regalia.
I grope your hazel eyes
In a mutually appreciative gaze.
I am tatterdemalion,
A leopardess in a nun’s habit.
I am alone in a room
Full of sidling,
Skull-faced strangers.
Elixirs of light, prisms of sound
You are my luminary
The swell of azure
Under a cavalcade of stars.
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This Wordle was tough
For
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/09/07/wordle-77-september-7-2015/
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