Fallen RomancerTo Life
To gather in the sun,
To sing to the stars,
To fight, to strive, to die,
To withered on the arms
of a lover,
Sofas or hospital bed,
Nothing noteworthy,
Human about,
or indecent,
Life is short,
Any shroud will fit,
Never to wavered or regret,
Never to capitulate,
or surrender,
Tomorrow is stale bread,
The rancid butter,
The taster of dusts,
As provided, fallen romancers
to life.
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