Solitude widens like a drowning man's eyes
and the lighthouse hovering above the sea cliff
casts nests of imperfect memory
like delirious spiders.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC
Solitude widens like a drowning man's eyes
and the lighthouse hovering above the sea cliff
casts nests of imperfect memory
like delirious spiders.
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