by anonymous
Each morn I see you
Bend to drink from
love's own
crystal pool
I tremble near you
Try to think
will I forever say you stink?
Am I bound by this tragic rule?
-Helga G. Potaki
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- Bryan Adam
- Bryan is an English major at the University of Iowa, also dabbling in Spanish, Japanese, and Turkish.
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