Dec 2015
You who would
give the world
back to itself...
came into it today.
You've entered
yet again, where
entry was barred...
your starry rising
trembles in a host
of eyes.
give the world
back to itself...
came into it today.
You've entered
yet again, where
entry was barred...
your starry rising
trembles in a host
of eyes.
(NYC)
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