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Aug 2018
A seer's nightmare
her own demise
sulphur, iron, and fire
she sees as she ceases to exist
A tug of roses, peony, and rosemary
a seer's dream
her own grave
fungi and maggots
she disappears
my seer
Written by
treble  17/M/Over The Rainbow
(17/M/Over The Rainbow)   
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