Mice live fast. No breath
for poems. Just for basics:
birth, food, sex, birth, death.
Autumn's gilt tarnished
to parchment; pauper winter
spits ice at my door.
for poems. Just for basics:
birth, food, sex, birth, death.
Autumn's gilt tarnished
to parchment; pauper winter
spits ice at my door.
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