Fearful Living
Triangular fixtures,
On the glass,
Just between cold mist and fog.
Slipping between,
The midnight fright,
Aching back in the morning.
A waiting world,
Drooping of a leaf in tea,
Melting eyes of shadows.
Triangular fixtures,
On the glass,
Just between cold mist and fog.
Slipping between,
The midnight fright,
Aching back in the morning.
A waiting world,
Drooping of a leaf in tea,
Melting eyes of shadows.
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