A Quintessence Ethos of My....
Languidness, within my life.
Spread from a lonesome....
Aching heart.
Which now ....... has crept....
Into .....my bones.
A weary, companionless pain.
That eats .... into my soul.
That now tests.....
My incorporeal,
and
immortal essence.
Giajl © Jim Love
Masterful Last Lines
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