Worlds —
these which I know
beneath the feet
of giants
crumble crumb pieces
scatter shard glass-see
We know not what-be
but the end all know-we
:: 03-02-2014 ::
Worlds —
these which I know
beneath the feet
of giants
crumble crumb pieces
scatter shard glass-see
We know not what-be
but the end all know-we
:: 03-02-2014 ::
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