Sep 2020
Letting go of the pain,
it falls to the earth,
an anchor
to the torment of men,
a world on fire,
where I breathe smoke and dream
of a dreamless sleep.
it falls to the earth,
an anchor
to the torment of men,
a world on fire,
where I breathe smoke and dream
of a dreamless sleep.
(40/Gresham)
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