shanks at
the arras
were cold
as sheets
off embers
& tense
circl’d
foreward
the rime
‘tho more
wooden I
hid askew
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Poetry
shanks at
the arras
were cold
as sheets
off embers
& tense
circl’d
foreward
the rime
‘tho more
wooden I
hid askew
ayaladn 