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The Vagaries
Mere vagaries dwell
On parchment old
Written with quill
In blood
Though, if your eyes
Should read such scribe
You'd flee
If only you could
But scraping brain
And flesh & skull
The ills
Shall burrow deep
Such sweetness of
Poetic sorrow
Shall free your soul
To weep
Sunday 28th November 2021 4:08 pm
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