Later, I remem-
ber being stricken
by dread of
what they felt:
How much did they spy rummag-
ing beneath the crust?
Later, I remem-
ber being stricken
by dread of
what they felt:
How much did they spy rummag-
ing beneath the crust?
American Culture, Anxiety, Depression, Fear, Isolation, Poems, Poetry, Shadorma, Take Me To The Hospital
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