Nothing alive can keep us as we go.
The end loves all the doors that close away.
We may embody what we never know.
I hear a song, my ear is tuned its way;
I doubt another soul is listening so.
How much o…
Nothing alive can keep us as we go.
The end loves all the doors that close away.
We may embody what we never know.
I hear a song, my ear is tuned its way;
I doubt another soul is listening so.
How much o…
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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