It’s always this too
Obscenely familiar
Refrain that slips through
(Tall slovenly grasses ringing
Derelict tombstones)
That keeps intimating
Nothing remains the same,
Nothing worth keeping alive,
Not even our good name.
Obscenely familiar
Refrain that slips through
(Tall slovenly grasses ringing
Derelict tombstones)
That keeps intimating
Nothing remains the same,
Nothing worth keeping alive,
Not even our good name.
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