It is a dead heart.
It is inside of me.
It is a stranger
yet once it was agreeable,
opening and closing like a clam.
The Awful Rowing Toward God (ed. 1975)
It is a dead heart.
It is inside of me.
It is a stranger
yet once it was agreeable,
opening and closing like a clam.
The Awful Rowing Toward God (ed. 1975)