I live now in a haunted place-without remembered
ghosts—no bitter weeds, no webs of light, no single hair
curled sweetly on the mirror's glass, but one dark room
trunk and an evening smelling of wet leaves and complex,
I live now in a haunted place-without remembered
ghosts—no bitter weeds, no webs of light, no single hair
curled sweetly on the mirror's glass, but one dark room
trunk and an evening smelling of wet leaves and complex,