Words for the Chisel (collection)/To Almost Anyone
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To Almost Anyone
You are too wise, too wise, I want
A lover not so chill, so sure.
I might make verses for a taunt
To turn you bold and burn you pure—
So sane you are, so faintly brave. . . .
A lover not so chill, so sure.
I might make verses for a taunt
To turn you bold and burn you pure—
So sane you are, so faintly brave. . . .
Go get yourself a cosy grave!