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Jan 2013
Bleak bones crumble to snow covered soil,
Flesh floret wilted flower,
Empty bottle blood sinks,
and poisoned pills pour,
Swaying sparrow feathers
rot to feed my gentle grave.
Nissa Arsenic
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Nissa Arsenic
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