Untitled #4 (Nijole Miliauskaite Poems)
all the fears of childhoodall the dreams of terrornightmares, the loneliness of childrenthe sense of guilta face pale as the ...
all the fears of childhoodall the dreams of terrornightmares, the loneliness of childrenthe sense of guilta face pale as the ...
it was as though you were standing before a fenceand beyond the curved slats, woven withblossoms and leaves, over there, ...
sitting beside the very streeton a dilapidated bench, paint peelingpeople stroll past, children scurryan infant left in a carriage outside ...
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