M’epitaph

dream’t m’first poem
n’tender shoot still
girls’n gray golems
rot’n touch t’chill
y’hate’m t’know’m
b’savor th’thrill

brave m’beauty stark
coat f’cold’n stone
slave t’duty s’dark
w’lights’ll dim alone
saved b’no ones arc
drown’t globes t’atone

father f’give y’self
mother got’save us
fr’wickedness wealth
n’kisses from cuts
fallen golems t’hell
n’wenches t’trust

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