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Poems
Jul 2015
Die now, die
Onto my flesh, under those wonderful
Green rivers, is your blood,
Slowly suffocating
In a body no longer yours.
That's your legacy.
Those pine tree hairs, no longer *****
At the thought of your
Name.
That's my remembrance of
You to me.
My goblin in the night.
My pact with you is broken.
I buried you six feet under,
Another six more, to
Be
Sure.
I buried your name here,
My dead rose.
I've stopped watering you long ago.
I suppose it's the day you told me
To take care.
Die, now.
Now die.
My tongue no longer enjoys your taste,
Bitter,
Like a pianist, with out his lover to
Play for;
I felt that alone.
Oh, but no more.
Die now, die.
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