My gas-stained hands touch her steel,
and for a moment all the world seems unemployed.
(I stand in a hole reamed out by greedy oresmen,
and silently wait for their own untimely closings.)
My gas-stained hands touch her steel,
and for a moment all the world seems unemployed.
(I stand in a hole reamed out by greedy oresmen,
and silently wait for their own untimely closings.)
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, you, dear reader, come across a world of poetic wonder where each page reveals another treasure - gold comes in many different fonts after all.
started: 15/06/2024
completed: 28/07/2...