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Once
Shall we ford through mental maelstroms
as flaming stars seer the sky
and gaze upon romantic gallows
only to hear a martyr’s lullaby?
In the smoky aureole above our clouded heads,
dewdrops probe upon the electric gardens...
as flaming stars seer the sky
and gaze upon romantic gallows
only to hear a martyr’s lullaby?
In the smoky aureole above our clouded heads,
dewdrops probe upon the electric gardens...
