In blackness deep
and howling quiet
softly creeps
this hour, still.
Hazy dreams and
pots of gold;
freedom and calamity.
false alarms of
death at door
cut my days
in half already!
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 2:15 PM UTC
In blackness deep
and howling quiet
softly creeps
this hour, still.
Hazy dreams and
pots of gold;
freedom and calamity.
false alarms of
death at door
cut my days
in half already!
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