With All Fine Corpses

With All Fine Corpses Autumn has come, With all fine corpses masquerading in the folds, Of her steady winds as they ride cool, Through the night. At her building breath, The trees shedding their fading endowment, Of a Season past. She is present now, In all her fired splendor, In all her rain-soaked ash, Her... Continue Reading →

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