twas it by night
that which played a sombre repose
becoming magnificent in dread
like a lover with no words
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if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
sweet songs
twas it by night
that which played a sombre repose
becoming magnificent in dread
like a lover with no words