On Reasonable Risks and Revelations; Or, the Valentine in My Shoe - Sách nói Miễn phí

On Reasonable Risks and Revelations; Or, the Valentine in my Shoe Dare I compare thee to a pale winter? A bleak February morn’ whose sun’s meekly to appear? Do I believe in your religion anymore? A religion of slaves in an orgy of machines! Will I drink the poison, eat the fecal excursus, While there’s a fetus writhing in my womb? This is why I keep sparse rooms in mind—for strangers And intruders, who come and go without a key… The pit of hell is a safe space, it turns out, For theories falsifying representation to cave in— No worries, dear. I found a little light here. Cut-up scrap of folded craft paper, heart-shaped (blue).