Till human
voices wake
us, and
we drown.
Drought since December
Had we but world enough, and time
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The small beads coral and the larger green,
And from them hung a brooch of golden sheen,
On it a large
A
and a crown above;
Beneath, "
All things are subject unto love
."
31 December 2012 @ 11:44 pm
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