2008-11-19
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Memento mori
Even the sky mourns
This latest turn of the wheel
In grey on grey sleeves.
Is there no consolation
For those of us who must remain?
Incense is lit for you. You know who you are.
This latest turn of the wheel
In grey on grey sleeves.
Is there no consolation
For those of us who must remain?
Incense is lit for you. You know who you are.