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 ...
After this night, my lack of faith, the creakingOf this constant silence, this breakingThis revering. This very last attempt suppressedBy ...
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