5 views
the child and the adopter
Liquefied pavement under
trembling newborn soles
and a nightlong woeful cry
gnashing against the doors
and to the rings
of my vile heart which I judged
was naught to be opened again
trembling newborn soles
and a nightlong woeful cry
gnashing against the doors
and to the rings
of my vile heart which I judged
was naught to be opened again
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