Love love wounded bleeds bleeding sullies slow. Come death hands Unto — Stevie Smith, Selected Poems

Selected Poems Stevie Smith

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Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go.

Stevie Smith, Selected Poems

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