Oh manna from heaven, the food of the angels
Which is shared by mouth's of flesh
When in times only dire.
How full is your bounty when it is dropped down towards man when he has suffered so great
Greater nourishment does no mortal know!
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The Penultimate Pleasures
PoetryA collection of poems meant to embody the ongoing struggle of souls seeking shelter in modernity. (Let me know what you think:)
