We are but decaying thoughts of our existence,
hollowed out from life’s ancestry, some crave
to extend it beyond this human covenant. Many
comfort in the gossip of fables, conjuring an inane
perpetuation, burnt pages,
Waiting for death at the graveyard, traipsing one of my abstruse moods. I noticed a grayish-hued Cardinal was stalking me, going from one ...
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