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The Dead Still WalkA Poem by Audra BurwellRevere the dead they say,Those who have passed beyond the veil,Of lasting eternity,Or into the blackness of death’s maw.But what of those left b.. |
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The WordsmithA Poem by Audra BurwellInks spills on aged vellum,A tidal wave of obsidian eternity,Glittering black like the witheredAnd worn soul of its dying creator.There is a desperati.. |
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