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poetry of jesse wilesRecalcitrance
For who could speak to me in recalcitrant hours Who could answer a palladium shout with assurances And when I beheld fairest face on the remembering platform the platform for which I might have given the name hope with couage ounces and said assurances having breathed piquant gasses and noxious and intoxicated with this fairest and most fair thought that you might behold in me a distinction and the quantifiable idea then who could speak
For never was man so decimated by a palladium shout Never soul so stricken with the paralysis fettering to please with my hesitating to swoon with timed indifference and languid and loose and luxuriating in this potential inspiration having muttered the creed I believe in love I believe in love I believe in love like a senseless prayer
Yet for O for this how I long to be shackled to dearth and tugging at sleeves and i stay till you leave and i stay till you leave then you speak to me