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ash May 7
the path reeked of it,
downtrodden. craving a sweet
death, I turned, and shrieked.
ash May 7
heart choking on dread,
my feet timidly crept forth
towards my coffin.
ash May 7
my fingers caress
its broken wings, fluttering
i lay it to rest.

— The End —