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“My Son, my Executioner”

My son, my executioner,
      I take you in my arms,
Quiet and small and just astir
And whom my body warms.
 
Sweet death, small son, our instrument
     Of immortality,
Your cries and hunger document
Our bodily decay.
 
We twenty-five and twenty-two
     Who seemed to live forever
Observe enduring life in you
And start to die together.
Préféré par...
Parker Jennings Esther Yasmin Groeneveld Gregorio H. Kimiko Watson Roni Sermersheim Shai Secunda
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