He writes another poem about death
And when he’s done, putting down his pen, allows
himself a small self-satisfied smile;
“Unless I’m much mistaken, I’ve said the last word
on that subject, for a while.”
And when he’s done, putting down his pen, allows
himself a small self-satisfied smile;
“Unless I’m much mistaken, I’ve said the last word
on that subject, for a while.”
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