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No Breath To Wheeze
Amongst the dead sleeping
in death's cold arms
but worms wear socks
as time is unending
eternity is forever
even among the mummers
as the bones grow colder
and the nights grow longer
with no hands to wind the clock
or no breath to wheeze
rattling the night's cough
listing to the widow weeping
in death's cold arms
but worms wear socks
as time is unending
eternity is forever
even among the mummers
as the bones grow colder
and the nights grow longer
with no hands to wind the clock
or no breath to wheeze
rattling the night's cough
listing to the widow weeping
Published 11th Nov 2022
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