From the coldness of the skies
this bleak yearning
straddles me further.
Slippers at dawn, no patent path.
I remember no extracting lie
no brave act, trodden not.
Such echo chambers I refuse
Steadfast now gathers
the finis, answered questions.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
From the coldness of the skies
this bleak yearning
straddles me further.
Slippers at dawn, no patent path.
I remember no extracting lie
no brave act, trodden not.
Such echo chambers I refuse
Steadfast now gathers
the finis, answered questions.
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