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VAIN ENQUIRIES

This dawn walk through the hidden contours of Sagnarigu…has taken a toll on meBetween getting lost and ridiculing misdirectionsI see you in all your tatters…roofless…gateless…floorlessYour stomach filled by weeds…which couldn’t have dared to germinate…in your hay daysAnd so I stop for this chat III can see the fading green paint on the walls of your […]