poetry by Sage Hardiman
If you desire Sage’s noxious name, Nathaniel, no tomb will you trod, for gaily dead he is & dead he shall blithely dwell until my adored darling, Darling Death, slits you sullied souls apart.
poetry by Sage Hardiman
If you desire Sage’s noxious name, Nathaniel, no tomb will you trod, for gaily dead he is & dead he shall blithely dwell until my adored darling, Darling Death, slits you sullied souls apart.