Thy Death
‘neath the fear of man and joy of mate,
bequeath thy death and burrow thy fate-
‘tis a filament of life strung straight,
bestowing a trait... of death too late
2.18.20
Poe-etic Verse Poetry Contest
Charles Messina
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