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Oct 2021
i will not ascend to the kingdom of god
nor fall to greet my demons as old friends

rather, permit my bones to blend with the soil of your garden
let my blood affix to the roots of the quivering yew
and allow me to rest in the arms of the earth

for my time here was heaven
and i've no need of more than you.
Roselyn
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Roselyn
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     Wyatt, Gemma, guy scutellaro and misha
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