“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Thursday, June 2, 2016
Luc(in)da
You again, I say
As though I dreamt
We had never met.
Image by Evelyn De Morgan [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, Night and Sleep (c. 1878).
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