Dead
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Dead is a rhyming lament, a septet in envelop meter, and written in 28 words and centered for aesthetic symmetry. Image by Josehf Lloyd Murchison.
Dead
Here I sit all a gust,
my flesh will rot,
my bones to dust.
But worry not,
for this you see,
tis not a ghost,
but really me.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Copyright © Josehf Murchison | Year Posted 2023
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