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Leave me for mulch - Forlorn to feverish growth It's fatal. It's decomposition. Vindictive, I've let it all surmise In sermons scripted as Tarnished seedlings. Left it to grow in the damp Pits of desolate scorn - Infected throughout my stems I pray to dissolve Don't mourn. Don't mourn. Don't mourn.
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 8:11 PM UTC
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Leave me for mulch - Forlorn to feverish growth It's fatal. It's decomposition. Vindictive, I've let it all surmise In sermons scripted as Tarnished seedlings. Left it to grow in the damp Pits of desolate scorn - Infected throughout my stems I pray to dissolve Don't mourn. Don't mourn. Don't mourn.
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 8:11 PM UTC
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