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de JOHN HART, KEVIN
de JOHN HART, KEVIN
Darkness Some journeys never promise a return: You set out late, barefoot, at night, Through oblique hours Themselves in flight; And there are journeys without ways at all: You pass through wastes of withered heath, Through arguments Like a comb?
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