Graveyard Epitaph Dominated

to my wife
who, weeping wants
to dilute, dirge
die, sealed with me...

both our seamless
clothbound, immoral souls,
shalt synchronicity released,
fly forever flaming free...

never parted more
broken hearted more...

wilt whither we
wilt shiver we...


poem by Terence George CraddockReport problemRelated quotes
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