Epitaph
Boom!
Like shackles strewn on a might man for doom
Puff!
Ears drooling of wools and soul in mortality's cuffs
Phew!
Dreams infested with boils as darkness drew
Spits!
This pitch black pit of void and foil refused the sun to have its haven lit.
TOM.
This mind leaks ...........
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