Monday, April 24, 2017

The Ten Poems Of Solitude VIII Comments

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I dwelt in the corridors of come and go
In the boundless dismay of tacky colours
Nothing's still true, no sun splits open.
No son will ever speak in this handful of life
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Hugues C. Pernath
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Hugues C. Pernath

Hugues C. Pernath

Borgerhout, Antwerp
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