“Death has a vagrant Soul”
I say.
“So has Sadness”
She replies curiously.
We glance
And Smile
At each other’s Sorrow.
Meanwhile
The spade of Lips
Plucks our Smiles
and buries them
Swiftly
In the graveyard of Cheeks.
“Death has a vagrant Soul”
I say.
“So has Sadness”
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