James OโBrien 24 days ago
brings closer what is left to come,
And dulls to distance all we are.
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed casket of my soul.
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
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add a skeleton here at some point