Halo
Before I am reposed at last, weave me a crown of flowers
So for when I pass death's threshold, I might carry life
For the rotting halo I wear might turn me into an angel
And my decomposing body to have a companion
Copyright © Adriana Yaneva | Year Posted 2024
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