Coldly go
And let fermented minds be-
Your lightning bolt of coarse, cold sorrow
I'll just leave it in a jar - tomorrow.
My coat's almost on
This Mews I leave behind.
Long walk somewhere
This Mews I leave behind.
Long walk somewhere
Long walk, I am resigned.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
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