death
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on the warm days of summers past
on the warm days of summers pastand on the warm days in the hope for many summers to comemy crutch is leftin my chamber and i strollalmost old to market square to buy a pound of wheatnow on this cold and winter day i agemy bones ache and the meetings of my bones paini lean Continue reading
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serfs peasants tell each other death happens
serfs peasants tell each other death happensthe moment a body becomesa straw house shuckedfrom the life that had livedinside it as a hermitthe child marcellus heardat the death that happens in winter the lastbreath will be seen to riseas a puffed smoke from a chimney mouth as the the ascetic soul leaves the house never Continue reading
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