All but rot and decayA Poem by Revan PronghornAll poets will write a love-themed poem sooner or later. I doomed myself to the former.All but rot and decay All is wasted away. My sanctum of isolation Your smile, your complexion. A waterfall of downfall Hinted by reclusive eyes Putrefaction’s bluest skies. All but rot and decay Should it all end today So it echoes yesterday? © 2015 Revan PronghornReviews
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