Angst – my moan of night
This angst — my legacy and wound of mouth. my moaning heart of night. Now skies have shrunk from closing branches overhead Now mossed the air constricts and with a […]
This angst — my legacy and wound of mouth. my moaning heart of night. Now skies have shrunk from closing branches overhead Now mossed the air constricts and with a […]
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