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Sep 2013
Skeletal remains
On a graveΒ 
In the dust of snow
Where no flowers grow
And love knows no one
A town of abandonment
People forsaken
Give me a wedding ring
Wrapped in a coffinΒ 

My flesh is white snow
my bones are dead tree limbs
my blood is warm red wine.

My heart is in danger
From a stranger with a pretty face.
My heart is hanging from a noose.
Then you cut me loose.

I am a suicide bomb.
Counting down all night long.
My heart is astray.
Her eyes look manic and there's no hiding.
She'll detonate.
And rip my veins away.
Alison Satine
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Alison Satine  in the grave.
(in the grave.)   
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