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Jun 2015
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a
grave
left open
inside me
no roses for
posterity

whirling winds
the stars
will fall
six feet under
ten foot wall

as i lie
here all alone
a heart is
graven
on my
stone

there's a crack
there's a fault
chiseled with
a lightning bolt

all my roses
turn to
rust
~
*ashes
to ashes
dust

to
DUST

soulsurvivor
(C) 6/22/2015

Still a little bit blue.
Just writing it out

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SøułSurvivør
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