Witches and poets co-embrace like fate,
Reputed base, bare, poor, unfortunate.
In these respects I may myself intrude
Among the poets’ thickest multitude.
Here lies that poet, buried in the night,
Whose purse, men know it, was exceeding light.
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Witches and poets co-embrace like fate,
Reputed base, bare, poor, unfortunate.
In these respects I may myself intrude
Among the poets’ thickest multitude.
Here lies that poet, buried in the night,
Whose purse, men know it, was exceeding light.
“Every plan had a flaw
Pried every board from the floor
Pride before fall but he felt sure
Both hands wrapped in gauze
Stole fire from God, your Lord
And I’m just wonderin’ what she was thinkin’ when she paused
What she was thinkin’ when she paused“
billy woods | “houthi”