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Consanguinities Poems - Poems about Consanguinities


Premium Member A Morning For Mourning
... ‘Tis a morning for mourning. Do you hear the banshee’s wail? She shrieks of death’s warning. Another being will be impaled. Wooden stake goes through the heart. Death severs consanguinities.......

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Categories: consanguinities, death, sad,
Form: Imagism

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