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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 […]
It was the early ’60s. 2162, as I recall. The Petersons had just purchased a sleek little number, a black aciform skyrocket, and Hernan Peterson parked it proudly on the […]