The streetlamp
Contained, as you we cast off, the water and hunger must be, be content;
when we stood at the sometimes the weather was bad
they were frightened the beating gate
and called security. our coats and babies,
yellow eyes and we named set prayer beards...
unfathomed request, not respect
but copies it
wrappings more searching, already a prince dancing
Yes, our eyes grew to that squat pulpit swallow the cave, the salt sea, the hunger.
irregular flask
My friends of then, the cast-off skins of our days, I wish...
but
snow
was
on
the
ground
you would have sung mories no long a trouble to their eyes!
that I believed, a country
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