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bones
Poems
Sep 2015
Before the church was empty..
On the day
she turned to dust
she asked the wind
to be her friend
and it picked her up
and ran her
through the fingers
of it's hands
and it poured her
into pockets
and whispered
to hold on
and before the
church had emptied
they were gone..
#nogodsnomonsters
Written by
bones
England
(England)
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