The Crystal Lithium (James Schuyler Poems)
The smell of snow, stinging in nostrils as the wind lifts it from a beachEve-shuttering, mixed with sand, or when ...
The smell of snow, stinging in nostrils as the wind lifts it from a beachEve-shuttering, mixed with sand, or when ...
At least I've learned this much: Life doesn't have to be all poetry and roses. Life can be bus rides, ...
erasers don't pretend to justify errors, dear, they only try to rectify (Sukasah Syahdan)
It is a summer evening. The yellow moths sag against the locked screens and the faded curtains suck over the ...
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