Sweet Last Breath
By Myra Lochner
As soon as breath the body left starts sweet decomposition; but on the Last Dream it is fed returns for recognition ... myra 2002With inversion, the atmosphere of the Olde Worlde is being reconstructed ... I am an incurable chamber poet: oh, but to walk with Keats! Content: lost love/death Written February 4th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 05:53 AM PST, Myra Lochner 0 • 12 • 8
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"As soon as breath the body left ..."