Dante
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“I find your garb, with every malice held there,
To assault me -here in my sanctuary!-
The one solace and shield where I may be bare!
“I find your garb, with every malice held there,
To assault me -here in my sanctuary!-
The one solace and shield where I may be bare!
Words march across the page
endlessendlessendlessstream of circular creativity
madness? or art?
the wind that sweeps
I will it to sweep me away
