Low Chariot Poetry
Sunday, 14 June 2015
Everybody needs a place
Everybody needs a place
Where fashion can't find them
A little corner where their face
Is not distorted with pretense
Disappear without a trace
Someone else will dig the dead's grave
Everybody needs a place
Green and quiet in the sun
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