crakced open a new moleskine. decided it needed a bit of warning incase i lose it - so here's the promise i wrote in the front. translation - if you don't publish these, I will haunt you.
If you are reading this
I'm sorry. You're tied
To a promise.
The last will and testament
Of Elliot M. Fry;
All of my poems
Each last, lingering line
Publish them all
To be read all of time.
Fear to the man
Who disregards this oath
For I'll pester from the bones
Or with ashes, choke.
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