What Fills the Box of Day
Day folds into a small dark box, filed onto shelves of past’s dim recounting, and what light beheld a heart,
Read moreDay folds into a small dark box, filed onto shelves of past’s dim recounting, and what light beheld a heart,
Read moreSad Surrender …Tiger in a Box…a world removed Dim eyes, vacant, through bars, attest the rage-less acceptance of misery’s bone,
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