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The memory of you is radiant, Bright and beautiful, like your fur. But if I focus on it, I can feel a slight burn, Like the blisters on my palms From the wood of the shovel I dug your grave with.
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Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 4:55 PM UTC
Graves
The memory of you is radiant, Bright and beautiful, like your fur. But if I focus on it, I can feel a slight burn, Like the blisters on my palms From the wood of the shovel I dug your grave with.
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Takensolace
30/Non-binary/Orlando, FL
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 4:55 PM UTC
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