Oct 2020
“Do all poets wear masks?”
a stranger, unwittingly flung
into the path of the flurry
of my pen, asked me
No, I said. Only the sad ones...
“Aren’t they all sad?”
he said
(Check mate)
a stranger, unwittingly flung
into the path of the flurry
of my pen, asked me
No, I said. Only the sad ones...
“Aren’t they all sad?”
he said
(Check mate)
(F/UK)
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