Verses be as food
Made for digesting:
Thoughts be as air
That the lungs breathe
Waltzes of ghosts and
Shrouds they clasp
And meet
And in the warmth of day
Forget
The trammels of nocturnal
Storm:
For
Verses be as food
Made for digesting:
Thoughts be as air
That the lungs breathe
Waltzes of ghosts and
Shrouds they clasp
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