Feb 5
Whence comes daylight,
Comes night far after.
There is no place,
Polished to the pristine.
Even the places you love,
Harbor the unclean.
Comes night far after.
There is no place,
Polished to the pristine.
Even the places you love,
Harbor the unclean.
Even darkness resides in this wonderful place.
(14/M/Rochester NY)
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