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On Hearing a Loved One's Fate ... E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle [1]
He spoke
And then it seemed
The mist and perhaps my mind swirled round
A sickening looping helix
From that still small sphere of heat.
In the chill of a dusk we descended
Beneath a frosted sickle moon
Descended into the Stygian blackness
Of land above a still lake
From which no lunar gleam escaped
The frigid darkness was intense, solid
Consuming all my senses -
...
Wednesday 4th April 2018 12:01 am
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