(Poem #111)The Psychoed As I was going up the stair, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today, I wish, I wish he'd stay away. |
(SO WE BEAT ON, BOATS AGAINST THE CURRENT, BORNE BACK CEASELESSLY INTO THE PAST)
(Poem #111)The Psychoed As I was going up the stair, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today, I wish, I wish he'd stay away. |
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