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  • 11 years ago
Across tombstones ancient,
cobwebbed, and crumbling
slips a cold, bilious fog.


The dense, dismal breath
of beings never to die
or ever to be reborn.

David Kowalczyk

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/between-earth-and-sky-2/
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