Feb 25
Old skin,
I swore,
I would not make
But here I claw
In all my flaking majesty...
Some sordid Lord
of all Misrule,
a gruelling fool
inglorious
anathema
to pitiful anatomy...
I swore,
I would not make
But here I claw
In all my flaking majesty...
Some sordid Lord
of all Misrule,
a gruelling fool
inglorious
anathema
to pitiful anatomy...
(Cardiff)
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