Sunday, May 21, 2017

Moribund




To lachrymose
Or moribund
To know the mind
Behind the face
What languishing bankrupt paupers fund
Within the mirror
That chance could grace
With visions of a memory
That none save me
Could recall in sooth
Yet still i crave
Those purest of moments
That cost so dear
Never predecease
Nor share a grave

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