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If it is to know itself, they used to say,
It is into a soul it must look, they used to say.
And the oars beat on the gold of the sea
In the middle of sunset.
— Jan 01, 2025 02:21AM
It is into a soul it must look, they used to say.
And the oars beat on the gold of the sea
In the middle of sunset.
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We are back again in autumn. Summer,
Like a copybook which has wearied us, remains
Full of words crossed out, pen strokes scribbled in the margin
And question marks.
— Jan 02, 2025 11:21PM
Like a copybook which has wearied us, remains
Full of words crossed out, pen strokes scribbled in the margin
And question marks.
