| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - You must come to them sidewaysIn rooms webbed in shadow,Sneak a view of their emptinessWithout them catchingA glimpse of you in return.The secret is,Even the empty bed is a burden to them,A pretense.They are more themselves keepingThe company of a blank wall,The company of time and eternityWhich, begging your pardon,Cast no imageAs they admire themselves in the mirror,While you stand to the sidePu
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