Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bl — Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bleeding rosary at the windowa sun setting on the marshlands("Silver Clasp")

— Paul Dermée, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

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