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Bone Orchard

By Ferris E. Jones

Bone Orchard

Come for me, for my death.
Where in I reside.
Henceforth my soul, abduct
Love, she has lied.

Preside over
Elysium of pine.
Come for me, for my death.
Not a tear not glasses hides
Bury the bones without a sign.

To weep and shake
This sad lover's sin.
Come for me, for my death
Where love has never been.






Article © Ferris E. Jones. All rights reserved.
Published on 2020-10-26
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