A Peculiar Species…


THE ABOVE AND MELTING „Soft as tin, Melting in the rain, Melting and dripping down, Soft as stones that are limp, That can be bent into shapes And stretched out, Soft as bones, Mashed into paste, Mixed with pale milk, Soft as crystal, Dug from sweet soil, Slowly stirred, It is soft as these: The […]

A Peculiar Species…
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