Argot Book 2: III
an insight
an awareness
a flash in an empty pan
and I glisten
as the moonlight moves
my hiding-place
revealed
a sliver of face
exposed
how must I look
sunken and drawn?
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"Drawing Room"
About Me
- J. Kyle
- I took my lyre and said: Come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument - Sappho
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