Time immortal
Tho not I
Concave corporeal form
Though through it, cadence
Melodic and soft
How I wish to wrap it
Tangle til twilight touches down
Decay, inevitable
This bewitching burning, though
It speaks solemn syllables
Prophetic praises
Even sun bleached bones
Splintered and cracked
Would still reach for you
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Author:
Lynn (Pseudonym) (
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