Last Words of a Kind Heart
Death's Breath
By Amos GladePublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read
The Pteetneet Cryptic Card 14
A turning in my stomach,
preordained that we
should part.
The future holds out for old age,
and congestion of the heart.
I made mistakes from ignorance,
from inexperience
and doing right.
Now here befalls the mystery;
please turn out the light.
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Amos Glade
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