”Poor soul”


Dearth-filled gaiety
paints my body’s outward frame —
death’s death brings me life1


© rl busséll 2019 – All rights reserved

  1. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, — Sonnet CXLVI – William Shakespeare ↩

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