all are so cold to me now:
EMPTY SHEETS of paper
with nothing more to say
EMPTY SHEETS of ice
still covering the bay
and
EMPTY SHEETS of linen
where you used to lay.
(19980208)
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC
all are so cold to me now:
EMPTY SHEETS of paper
with nothing more to say
EMPTY SHEETS of ice
still covering the bay
and
EMPTY SHEETS of linen
where you used to lay.
(19980208)
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