Summer wind
Deadly sins
Winter woods
Perished goods
Long time followed
Frankly hollow
Staring plainly
Loving vainly
In death we part
Like works of art
Hallowed homes
Frightmare domes
Name with a T
Line like a gift
Stare through the walls
Oh how I wish
Last days of Spring come
Will it to be done
If I may say so
To hell we say no
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Author:
murphyh72096 (
Online) - Published: June 27th, 2025 07:37
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