An Urn of Cough Drops Tearing at Reign

Tearing at Reign

Down the winding road,
the wind,
Tears my heart 
as tears begin—
A leading voice,
Eveloped,
Wound in lead,
Does 
Read aloud 
In bass 
The rows 
I’ve read.

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