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The fear is not its loneliness, nor fear. Though when it comes it creeps; blows, chills; leaves, leers, The fear is love sighing in, falling back Inwards upon itself, a […]
The fear is not its loneliness, nor fear. Though when it comes it creeps; blows, chills; leaves, leers, The fear is love sighing in, falling back Inwards upon itself, a […]
With the candle low and the wick in the wax and the crumbs only left of the bread, with the cheese turning green and the carousers outside and sister in […]
Go down, abranchiate, to the mud and the mire, where your ancestors dwelt; in the suck slithering breaths that rasped through the fluted throats of your ichthyoid grandfathers and grandmothers, […]