When I Close My Eyes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face but the three-dimensional solidity or you bursts through the tissues ...
When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face but the three-dimensional solidity or you bursts through the tissues ...
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If I don't write something good tonight I will sleep without the comforting Canopus of deep believers, if I sleep ...
Even from afar came shouts of recognition joyful voices rang across the years disdained and faces of our childhood unforgot ...
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