I dared fix my eyes one instant toward glory:
a black point is settled in my avid eye.
Mots clés poetry
I’ve turned down too many gods to
Start inventing my own now
Or believe in yours either.
Mots clés poetry
The large blue unknown berry
tastes medicinal.
Am I poisoned?
Mots clés poetry
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