fold in a step stool one right hand middle finger bruise as bruit blue but don’t fall off walls nor tumble an unmov’d rock nor wake by a sea sleepless the creatures within listen in distance left hand a sandwich
Poetry
fold in a step stool one right hand middle finger bruise as bruit blue but don’t fall off walls nor tumble an unmov’d rock nor wake by a sea sleepless the creatures within listen in distance left hand a sandwich