The Limits Go Stranger Poem by Pierre Rausch

The Limits Go Stranger



Unhappy sightseeing isn't common
Shoes off and crossed the feet
Nothing inside or playing
It's been a while
And it will work out
A lamented palm
Feeling to veer away
A suitably unknown word
I can't make a screen
For another dusk
You of anything
Not standing here
It prooved a lot

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