Somber rests the train of thought That passes through my head. In distance’s clutch I’ve reclined; Object permanence spanning only To the borders of this drab city… Continue reading Time Tallies our Habits Against Us
Somber rests the train of thought That passes through my head. In distance’s clutch I’ve reclined; Object permanence spanning only To the borders of this drab city… Continue reading Time Tallies our Habits Against Us