A gold quest, a crown of thorns.
an article of sympathy, a jeweled ball pen.
A silenced quiet, a prism of danger.
a tongue tied dog, a baboon and a monkey.
A perfect ecclesiastic of contour.
A revelation of death.
We've been graves before we came to be.
So who is to speak, when death lurks in the creeks of our lives?
©umametsi
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