The Ten oems of Solitude VIII (Hugues C Pernath Poems)
I dwelt in the corridors of come and goIn the boundless dismay of tacky coloursNothing's still true, no sun splits ...
I dwelt in the corridors of come and goIn the boundless dismay of tacky coloursNothing's still true, no sun splits ...
I dwelt in the corridors of come and goIn the boundless dismay of tacky coloursNothing's still true, no sun splits ...
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