I feel lost
in the land
of the universal human being
where love is essential.
But I travel on,
taking notes with my poet’s pen.
in the land
of the universal human being
where love is essential.
But I travel on,
taking notes with my poet’s pen.
Surely we are all mad people, and they "whom we think are, are not" The Revengers Tragedy
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