The solemnity by Antony Glaser

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Jun 2018

Soaked with lies
the arcaduim sighs,
listen to the falling leaves.
Ghosts will chase you,
winged creatures will crawl
(moving mountains with toil),
and you will find no relief.

Written by

Antony Glaser 60/M/croydon

(60/M/croydon)

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