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Eves Of Doom
Date: 1/28/2015, Categories: Love Poems, Author: adagio_sabadicus, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
Departed are the hours I can wile away the pale moon Now but wrinkle chin the coming eves of doom And tea leaves have all but been strained The wafting of my predicament In shadows my wasted old bones laying midnight winds My musing crone gives me bless and kisses of dried blooms The frozen pond be thin the chill has left my quill Leading me to my forgotten prose other side window sill Silently my sighs and closing eyes cry of unfinished words Departed are the hours I can wile away the pale moon
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