Wear The World
in the gray air on a backstair somewhere Winter was at all
fields of frozen sound crystal words were ground into powdery and small
stars from syllable masks for miracle worn empirical born to fall
morning broken ice air mirror background wear the world will call
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers

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Written on 2018-11-13 at 16:23




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