Period
The deserted streets flow in gleaming light Through my dull head. And hurt me. I clearly feel that I shall soon slip away - Thorny roses of my skin, don't prick like that. The night grows moldy. The poison light of the lampposts Has smeared it with green muck. My heart is like a bag. My blood freezes. The world is dying. My eyes collapse.
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"The deserted streets flow in gleaming light..."
This evocative piece by Alfred Lichtenstein, titled "Period", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...