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Jan 2017
as my skirt picks up in the winter breeze,
I fall beside you on my knees,
I kiss your cold and deadly lips,
in front of the new moon's eclipse.
they buried you later that night,
but by then I was out of sight,
I blessed you my love and bid you farewell,
as I lay beside you buried as well.
Rosy Smith
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Rosy Smith
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