ChantA Poem by winter;lyrahere i lay
in the grave i dug stuck fast with the whimpering voices at last at peace and at last brimming with certainty here i lay if i so may here i lay alive but numb to pain and sunder woke in slumber when not in wonder here do i lay as i so well may as even if a stray were to warm the face still i'd be all but lonely so i here lay and here i chant under silent hums by hushed lips naively baiting my beyond lady © 2017 winter;lyraAuthor's Note
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Added on August 7, 2017 Last Updated on August 7, 2017 Author
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