Looped round its thorn were shards of Midas, Whose hand brought tears by limestones wrung, Large their hoisting come silk…
Those Eyes
Brought by tender walks is come, Silent was his and all breaths mute, As eyes caesium encased in glass, Gave…
Distance made
At long last from what loneliness made of me, Grafted myself one person anew with utter face, Treating my ways…
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