A letter in a cemetery…by Edgar Whitman Wilde

Vandalized ink stains

Where my feelings

Were washed away

if I cry it is for help

If I’m sick it is a love song

Written on the soul

Where help is wanted

For emaciated corpses

You know, yes you know

Where the dead eyes are

Down among the leaves

Watching, watching, watching

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