We are not sunny here, we are skyless.
I want to remember the way out:
Snappy lines, the unremembered truth.
The grim path, correct and incorrect,
Never changes, the truth flickering
Madly never changes.
I want to remember the way out:
Snappy lines, the unremembered truth.
The grim path, correct and incorrect,
Never changes, the truth flickering
Madly never changes.
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Poetry is Gay.
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