the wind whips
a tree outside my window
and i sit
looking through glass
drinking hot tea
in a comfortable chair
illuminated by electric lights
for to be human
is to deny nature
Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 4:45 AM UTC
the wind whips
a tree outside my window
and i sit
looking through glass
drinking hot tea
in a comfortable chair
illuminated by electric lights
for to be human
is to deny nature
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