Thursday, March 20, 2014

Death Comments

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Thy rose rots, ami'st my feet an' the door,
Pleading, the fragrance its to be sucketh an' bitter wine pour,
Blisters dropp'th from thy swirlin' shore,
Boun'less pain stabbeth me more,
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Awsaaf Ali
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Shania K. Younce 24 March 2014

I love the archaic words. Poetically, finely put. Bien!

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