Not a thing profound
Is bouncing around
Stuck tight in between
Wistful memory
I’ve boiled her down
to spine and to crown
So breathing to be
Tranquilly you’ll see
Beauty in decay
Just missed roy’s birthday
My favorite waif
Her affected gait
Both humble and proud
To carry that shroud
The promise of death
As sure as our breath
Love pours into light
All throughout the night
Fat cherry so hot
It brings on this thought
Bones thin and sallow
Heart just as hollow
”Here lies Lord Berners
One of life's learners
Thanks be to the Lord
He never was bored.”
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I’ve boiled her down
to spine and to crown
dark.clever!