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Pax Feb 18
Mere silence, too, could be
a melancholic melody.
July 16, 2024
Pax Feb 18
I'm made of lead
as I'm laid in bed,
heavy-laden.
February 15, 2024
Pax Feb 18
Death, whose guise is end to sorrow,
sells salvation 'til tomorrow.
September 17, 2022
Pax Feb 18
I drown when I divert from love,
dragged into a crushing depth;
and lo, the way whereon I trod—
one whose gate is wide and broad—
does lead me unto certain death.
January 2021
Pax Feb 15
The quickness of rage—
that murderous blight—
discards self-control
for counterfeit might.
September 2020

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