Hallway Echoes at the Roadway Inn

into this life we come alone

to be fed upon myth of kin and kith and illusion of hearth and home

tis naught but a tale grown folk ought be too canny than believe

for still art thou alone comest daytime’s eve

tis no riddle, nor glass darkly if you would but see

the
heart
doth
beat
that
you
may
bleed

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Author: Politrixie

Politrixie the Political Mistress is a blogger, reader, poet and feminist. I am a mistress of mischief, an arty scholar and an Ivy League heffa.

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