He Who Has Floated Away From Earth And Taken Titles Of Poems With Him To Be Stretched Out And Wound Around Poles And Kneaded Until They Become Soft Lines Slithering Through The Universe 'Til They Reach The End Of Time, As To Wonder Who That Could Be , por Robert L. Martin

Robert L. Martin

He Who Has Floated Away From Earth And Taken Titles Of Poems With Him To Be Stretched Out And Wound Around Poles And Kneaded Until They Become Soft Lines Slithering Through The Universe 'Til They Reach The End Of Time, As To Wonder Who That Could Be

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