Houseboundby Emily B Tell me of the comforts of peopleIs it equal to the evils of grief?I do not let them feed on meAnd my own soul goes hungryBecause every satisfactionIs a new life I cannot touch
by Emily B Tell me of the comforts of peopleIs it equal to the evils of grief?I do not let them feed on meAnd my own soul goes hungryBecause every satisfactionIs a new life I cannot touch
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