Dec 14, 2003 15:34
I wear my own scarlet gloves,
Yet find no sleep which I should have found eternal,
And I mourn myself with words spoken afore
By another whom I had learn’d.
So I fill the nights with “Out damn spot!”
And continue to be amazed
That my heart and my mind may be murthered
But yet there is life in my corpse.
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