03/17/2026
Auguries of Innocence | The Poetry Foundation
Every night and every morn Some to misery are born. Every morn and every night Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to sweet delight, Some are…
Just stars. And space. Between steps. Getting rest. Time wasted. Ignoring the test.
Somewhere
Austin, TX
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