THE DEPARTMENT OF FORGOTTEN DRAWINGS (A Division of the International Fanzine Front)
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
And the day seemed a night
The boy lay dead, and the day seemed a night
Outside. The rain fell like a sick affright
Of Nature at her work in killing him.
Memory of what he was gave no delight,
Delight at what he was was dead and dim.
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