Fever
1970
by Monica LaRocque
Like an evergreen’s kind
Of longing for love
I felt, standing
Alone
In the forest,
Gazing at the unyielding heavens,
And needing something
Hotly cold
To bite my soul.
1970
by Monica LaRocque
Like an evergreen’s kind
Of longing for love
I felt, standing
Alone
In the forest,
Gazing at the unyielding heavens,
And needing something
Hotly cold
To bite my soul.
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