The Avaritaph
- ryderhamiltonjones
- May 8
- 1 min read
There in the ground his bones reside
Aged now beyond a thousand tides
Knowing well his numbered days
In life he hid his love away
There in the yard inscribed on stone
Are written words he held too close
A frozen capsule of tragic times
A tome of four words: My life was mine
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