the eyes that haunt me (Rg Gregory Poem)
there are eyes that refuse to exist in the fresh air - they are invented by the lies of paint ...
there are eyes that refuse to exist in the fresh air - they are invented by the lies of paint ...
the bluefish was surprised i was there to greet it this world it said is mine it feeds on blueness ...
army hospital rheumatic fever bed-tied many weeks too embarrassed to ask for bedpan the rigmarole of screens and knowing attention ...
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