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Jul 2016
a meandering we will go
like winds hunting sails
the after love love glow.
stops. two hearts it fails

strangled on it's own
cord cursed stillborn
blood wetted down
less hair more devil's horn

shoebox size coffin
barers slapping hands
lest grief is forgotten
loves fire buried in sands

there is pain but absent
blame: dead love is nascent.
playing with idea. Unfinished
MRQUIPTY
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