death of a lover
By Soulslulluby
Chills spread through the spine… The souls all dance by They brush off the dust from the gray shrine Marked with words others deny Death… Surrounded in this despair Coldness in each breath Not a spoken payer Lingering love Dries a tear with a black glove Written November 8th, 2001 © on Nov 08 2001 03:04 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"Chills spread through the spine…..."