Never once
you tread
along my dead bones
All scattering
in vain, encore
my seasoned demise
pulverized
Again and again
Autumn by autumn
to encroach upon
dead leaves
pallid and crumpled
to dust
As you rustle pass -
a hiss in the dark,
a venom in the air
and keep my passion
till the end
worldly
of death and after
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