lillian posted: " My girl, my girl, don't lie to me.Tell me, where did you sleep last night?Beneath the willow tree?Its branches so lithe, so low.Its lance shaped, feather-veined leavesbrushing sensuously across your bloodied mouth? They warned me:if she floats then sh" Read on blog or Reader lillian the home poet Read on blog or Reader I Should Have Listened lillian February 20 My girl, my girl, don't lie to me.Tell me, where did you sleep last night?Beneath the willow tree?Its branches so lithe, so low.Its lance shaped, feather-veined leavesbrushing sensuously across your bloodied mouth? They warned me:if she floats then she is nota witch like we had thought.But your incandescent eyes beckoned me,consumed my rationality.And I learned, […] Read more of this post Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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