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You grow wild yet reverential Your bowed white heads Gathered in prayer groups Dotting the well-kept lawn of the dead. Do the residents tend to you? Do their icy-white greenfingers - reanimated by the winter moon - Awaken you with a deathly touch?
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Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 5:59 PM UTC
Snowdrops in a Graveyard
You grow wild yet reverential Your bowed white heads Gathered in prayer groups Dotting the well-kept lawn of the dead. Do the residents tend to you? Do their icy-white greenfingers - reanimated by the winter moon - Awaken you with a deathly touch?
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Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 5:59 PM UTC
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