ALL SOULS’ AGAIN… ALL CANDLES, WREATHS AND FLOWERS
a weepy feast of all postmortal bowers
when all sob, albeit on graves misplaced…
I, in my grave inside me, know my place
ALL SOULS’ AGAIN… ALL CANDLES, WREATHS AND FLOWERS
a weepy feast of all postmortal bowers
when all sob, albeit on graves misplaced…
I, in my grave inside me, know my place
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