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All death means nothing or at least Not much My death, yes mine alone The bones and flesh Eaten and polished Worms flirting with lost knowledge My bones and an apple tree Death saw me last night It will be swift, she said. I'll miss Street signs
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
Sorrow
All death means nothing or at least Not much My death, yes mine alone The bones and flesh Eaten and polished Worms flirting with lost knowledge My bones and an apple tree Death saw me last night It will be swift, she said. I'll miss Street signs
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luis-mdahuar
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
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