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Death

In death chimes no dime; But grime embraced, In silent crimes, Of critters dressed, In maggot shawls, Of this charmless congregation, That chew the rot, Till dust and dust lie, On naked blankets, Of dark sands.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 5/12/2015 2:03:00 PM
deep write enjoyed your form of Classicism~luv skat~
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