The Rambling Sailor/Domus Caedet Arborem

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DOMUS CAEDET ARBOREM
EVER since the great planes were murdered at the end of the gardensThe city, to me, at night has the look of a Spirit brooding crime;As if the dark houses watching the trees from dark windows      Were simply biding their time.


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