"This the touch of my lips to yours, this the murmur of yearning, This the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face, This the thoughtful mer...
I do not snivel that snivel the world over,That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth,That life is a suck and a sell, and nothing remains at the end but threadbare crape and tears.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
I do not snivel that snivel the world over,That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and fil...
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