Sep 2016
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Empty rooms are for loving her,
For love in a dark silence grows
And crowded rooms in volumes
Speak as the crush of loves goes.
When may I know ends to trap—
After deep valleys, cold snows?
Empty rooms are for loving her,
For love in a dark silence grows
And crowded rooms in volumes
Speak as the crush of loves goes.
When may I know ends to trap—
After deep valleys, cold snows?
