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Oct 2012
There is a swamp in your heart,
Saturated and stagnate,
Who would have you,
I would,
Beside me laid still by our killer,
The moss takes over,
And the moss takes us in,
Invites us to join the floor of this forest,
No funerals,
No one finds the bodies left in the woods.
Max Petersen
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