death awaits a shallow fate
Wherein to formulate the ageless state,
Set in a deep blush of gold,
And on its roof, the night grew old
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Little Things A Collection Of Poems By A.M
Poetrya little book of poems that's it...
A Reapers Tune
death awaits a shallow fate
Wherein to formulate the ageless state,
Set in a deep blush of gold,
And on its roof, the night grew old
