What is this? It's not a fruit tree. If it's fat, black and has eight legs and a red hourglass no one needs an explanation of what that means. I think you're lost, fox, if you want honesty. You seek another paw to hold in a hurricane yet you were the only one crazy enough to stay even though you knew this coast had a cost, would become a province of hell and the deluge would be forever and a day.
Whirlwinds have an eye, it's true, yet what to see in you?
Whirlwinds have an eye, it's true, yet what to see in you?
Category Poetry / All
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