There is a finished feeling
Experienced at Graves —
A leisure of the Future —
A Wilderness of Size.
By Death’s bold Exhibition
Preciser what we are
And the Eternal function
Enabled to infer.
There is a finished feeling
Experienced at Graves —
A leisure of the Future —
A Wilderness of Size.
By Death’s bold Exhibition
Preciser what we are
And the Eternal function
Enabled to infer.
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