i escape into words as the world descends, descends
but the walls of pretty distraction
tremble a little more as each day
stretches into the next
The World is Too Much With Us by William Wordsworth
i escape into words as the world descends, descends
but the walls of pretty distraction
tremble a little more as each day
stretches into the next
The World is Too Much With Us by William Wordsworth
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