440.
Dear Muse, could I ask
For just one night followed by
A morning where I wake.
441.
His last bizarre thought:
He’d shave to look good for
The pathologist.
442.
All these waiting tools;
I have no hands capable,
Left untranslated.
440.
Dear Muse, could I ask
For just one night followed by
A morning where I wake.
441.
His last bizarre thought:
He’d shave to look good for
The pathologist.
442.
All these waiting tools;
I have no hands capable,
Left untranslated.
