Face of the skies
preside
over our
wonder.
Fluorescent
truant of
heaven
draw us
under.
Silver,
circular corpse
your
decease
infects
us with unendurable ease,
Showing posts with label Mina Loy. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 2 July 2013
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