24 Indulgences – V

She sinks among the memories
And drowns amid the flood
Of all that she has lost in time
In friendship, and in blood,

For joy’s a special kind of spice:
We sprinkle it in haste,
Then find upon the morrow that
It leaves an

Aftertaste

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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