In bright sky the stormclouds gather thunderheads will form a cluster Like a strong wind ‘gainst the window pane – like a winter gale’s bluster The mouth – it turned its lips – they cursed – soon to replicate the story That wallowed in its turgid sin free of hallowed glory Until one day – […]
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