Plastic Heart
- Yongle Voynich
- Aug 26, 2024
- 1 min read
Plaster walls, which empty,
stare in
My sipid soul: that solemn
fares down
A waterfall, yet, tender,
cares for
The sleeping spark, which, blooming
flares in
Windows to my plastic heart.
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