http://slow.writerscafe.org/harlottecrow The original writings of author Harlotte Crow en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026266 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Love affairs with Death are quite deadly. A Memento Mori story. A tale of death acceptance. Warning: Questionable content. Not at all for the sensitive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/harlottecrow/1969609/ This is a tribute to myself because I didn't quite feel well this morning and I have a morbid sense of humour. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/harlottecrow/1925461/ Another poem from one of my favorite topics, Death & the Maiden. A loving a tale or a tragedy? 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