Luthern Poems - Poems about Luthern

...he in his elegant black sits in the corner will he touch... tread.. lightly between the rows of the american gothic families their drawn out figures seem to fasten throughout the lengt......

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...far beneath the steeples of cobble stoned london, he moves without the parting of a shadows grace. from morning to morning he carries no longing. under the heavy hymns of the luthern organs he ......

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...this house If my house was not skin then it would have to be paper, with ancient lunar calendars written on the sides of my neck. like a magi i would wander moving in my secret p......

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