There is within me a thing that is aching, aching, aching always as the days pass.
—Mary MacLane
Credits: Poem – Sleepwalking.nu from Mary MacLane’s book , “I Await The Devil’s Coming”. Photograph: Bill Moore
I can't sleep…
There is within me a thing that is aching, aching, aching always as the days pass.
—Mary MacLane
Credits: Poem – Sleepwalking.nu from Mary MacLane’s book , “I Await The Devil’s Coming”. Photograph: Bill Moore