There is something unlawful about such dim matters...
And though I ought them to be true
the less-mirthful truth was that as the glimmer vanishes
and the smoke elevates,
burgundy and steady darts are the fingers of such a craven world,
unaware and coward of his unawareness.
And though I ought them to be true
the less-mirthful truth was that as the glimmer vanishes
and the smoke elevates,
burgundy and steady darts are the fingers of such a craven world,
unaware and coward of his unawareness.