Around its neck was the string of separation.
On its face were boils of sorrow,
Its eyes looked like the water of ruined wells.
It had been a song, that when sung,
Released the scent of musk. very good poem. tony
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Around its neck was the string of separation. On its face were boils of sorrow, Its eyes looked like the water of ruined wells. It had been a song, that when sung, Released the scent of musk. very good poem. tony