To Rachel Stevens: Gravestones
They lay across the morbid green,
With words of love for all to see.
All with stories of their own,
And some heed warnings dead would moan.
Guide that inspired this poem:
They lay across the morbid green,
With words of love for all to see.
All with stories of their own,
And some heed warnings dead would moan.
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