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Stanzas from Childe Harold.

"May a root, atop a moor,
groom a potato or a yam?"

--@Anthony_Etherin

Ses pus ongles.

"She sleeps in her bed.
She never wakes up again.
The bed becomes her grave,
a grave beneath the ceiling of her room,
the ceiling is the gravestone.
No name, no year of birth,
no year of death, no epitaph.
Only blood and a smashed
picture frame in ruin."

--@MosabAbuToha

Epitaph for a Stray.