Honoured sorrow

Honoured sorrow

We sit amongst people empty and distorted
History in our genetic bones
Upon the crystal the witches throne
Through the ball
Written in the pages by another
Unusual condolences from a fever
Travelling different worlds
Loss of love
Feeling cannot just end just because something b Has gone away
Everything comes back to tears
Nature by affects
Dust by the time of accordance
And there shall be mourning
In Honoured sorrow


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