There can be black night poems
Silky poems in watchman’s stick
Seeking hollows of road’s earth,
And in fillings of a road’s hollow
By continuing blackness of night
Till the gold of sun fills like teeth.
There can be black night poems
Silky poems in watchman’s stick
Seeking hollows of road’s earth,
And in fillings of a road’s hollow
By continuing blackness of night
Till the gold of sun fills like teeth.
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