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weep not, my king,
that I might not weep -
what is lost in my going
will be found again
at harvest,
when we laugh again
in these shadowed halls
and regale each other
with outrageous tales
turned felicitous
for belonging to the past
#MadVerse
🎨Katherine Makoyana
Singing tenderly,
she lured him,
into the bottle-green deep
#enneadpoet
The sweeter you are,
the faster must you flee
#enneadpoet
#31DaysofHaunting
Art by @frank_enstein__