Duplicity
The world is my widow,
The grey mistress of twilight
Sits divorced in mother’s lap.
A snarl.
The world is my window,
Trancendence echoes about
The rain of bright, new hues
A smile.
The grey mistress of twilight
Sits divorced in mother’s lap.
A snarl.
The world is my window,
Trancendence echoes about
The rain of bright, new hues
A smile.
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