Sunday, November 14, 2010

The Unrequited Darkness Of My Night Comments

Rating: 0.0

Pull off this like the string of a kite:
It is free; it hooks over the old factory,
And into the weeded lots of
Rabbits and endives- and all the way over my scars;
...
Read full text

Robert Rorabeck
COMMENTS
Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
Close
Error Success