Jan 2014
When even
A little ways away, you say;
Look! Oh, our keen
Downcast ones, we never
Want His ego; No –
Like our eyes are cement.
Even the sky is gray.
What ends!
Where a lock keeps
A little ways away, you say;
Look! Oh, our keen
Downcast ones, we never
Want His ego; No –
Like our eyes are cement.
Even the sky is gray.
What ends!
Where a lock keeps
(25/F)
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