Literary Hourglass Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Literary Hourglass

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There's just a set number
of poems to write

And writing the last,
I'm done

To die but alone,
with my words as the pall

Breathless verses
—left unsung

(Dreamsleep: March,2020)

Saturday, March 14, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: words
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