Frostsand Poem by Jacob Underwood
Frostsand
Free my tithes to any earthen sand just to let your smooth face grace my eyes
Running In bitterness through waves of desolation just so I can curl upon you
Only for you my love my honeysuckle shaking sweetly amongst the pearls
Saint amongst my lips to say your name to keep me covered when I need
To see that even when I'm dead my corpse will dance waiting for a final dirge with you
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