The World of The Agartes Epilogues: A Hafed Poem
If I Should Fall Here I watch the autumn leaves fall and think Under the smell of raindrops and earth, Yes, If that should be my grave, If I should fall here, cloaked in my own blood, The shards of sweat a jewelled necklace around my throat, As long as I can remember, Real or …
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