howard
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A POEM, SO READ AND RESPOND PLZ "each dawn, i rise alone, mired in ancient sorrows. Wretched and deprived of my native land, i had my mind bound with fetter. for many years, i lay hidden in the concealment of the earth, buried deep in the stone. from there, i went, abject and winter-grieving, over the surface of the waves. sorrow is a cruel companion to one who can afford few friends, and the path of exile attends this mournful spirit."
By Matt (me )
By Matt (me )