...What I want back is what I was Before the bed, before the knife, Before the brooch-pin and the salve Fixed me in this parenthesis; Horses fluent in the wind, A place, a time gone out of mind.
What I want back is what I was Before the bed, before the knife, Before the brooch-pin and the salve Fixed me in this parenthesis; Horses fluent in the wind, A place, a time gone out of mind.
When all else failswe can whip the horses eyesand make it sleepand cry!
When all else fails
ResponderEliminarwe can whip the horses eyes
and make it sleep
and cry!