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Human Condition by Thom Gunn

Now it is fog. I walk Contained within my coat; No castle more cut off By reason of its moat: Only the sentry’s cough, The mercenaries’ talk. The street lamps, visible, Drop no light on the ground, But press beams … Continue reading

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