finse (iii)

so where’s the blind watchmaker now?
I      we      they      asked

so where’s the night & blind roses
I’ll      you’ll      we’ll      ask

we’ll meet in bed and thorn
my sting      your hurt      our delight

hope

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2K7:9

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