5/31/2023 0 Comments Wandering willows crackThe bed is open the tooth-brush hangs on the wall, The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair, Gripped the end of a stick which I held him. I could see nothing behind that child’s eye. Slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along the quay. ‘Remark the cat which flattens itself in the gutter, ![]() ![]() ![]() Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left Who hesitates towards you in the light of the door
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