mustn’t trade souls for I do not what is foreign. trading eyes– just for a small time!– will let us see this world in a new light from a different life. I see how the sunlight swallows the shadows to make this old city something golden, but only from your eyes. from mine you tell…
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night and all | poem
night and all the sounds that wander night and all the weird things you can conjure night and all the bad thoughts that fester night and all the dreams you plan night and all the good memories from the past night and all the visions you see night and all the music you listen to…
Sammicakes 