Are There Poems About Other Things?
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1 min readNov 30, 2012
Forever alone. Go, wallow. We’ll wait here for you to get back.
Or will we? The wind blows a leaf past your bench. When did it get so cold?
Forever alone. Go, wallow. We’ll wait here for you to get back.
Or will we? The wind blows a leaf past your bench. When did it get so cold?
