They Poem by Harry Crosby

They

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Like mutilated skulls they roll
Across the soul's white sand
And only she can make a wall
And only she can understand
Let my experience be a lamp displayed
To light the untried lover to his maid.

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Harry Crosby

Harry Crosby

Boston, Massachusetts
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