Lesley Young – Selected Poems #11
The Long Sleep Years I slept, long and fettered My slow-motion life This weariness, a leaden cloak My line of sight Blurred by wine and...
Read moreThe Long Sleep Years I slept, long and fettered My slow-motion life This weariness, a leaden cloak My line of sight Blurred by wine and...
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