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Sep 2019
when we rot together
out grows raspberries and heather

from decay dancing in our everlasting days
kids play cards on top of our grave

or of a lovers first kiss
bestowed a flower they pluck, we couldn’t miss

budded from inside our heart and ribs
wild flora born and raised in our skeletal cribs
daizy
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