a dead poets voice
beneath the clay cold clod,
o then prepare, for you must die
as sure as there’s a god.
beneath the clay cold clod,
o then prepare, for you must die
as sure as there’s a god.
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that part was a bit much, but it was on a headstone, i liked it nevertheless. @Allelse
Allelse · 36-40, M
@deathfairy Me too. Death poetry always make me feel sleep and at peace.
Pretty. 🖤
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