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An Indictment

I said yes But you have not returned From your far away summer While here the winter cringes For this bed has no shadow That tells a memory Of love unmelting in its sheet But I night and day Wander throught the sleet Of falsehood As though some madeness must explain Your authorship of pain.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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