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Sep 2022
the red paint splattered on the fresh snowy grasslands
where tiny tubes of green ascend from that pearl-white cover
a hole in the midst of his skull
like the single oak standing two yards from me
I know how you despised the wedding gown I am wearing
as I dig your grave and plough through the frozen soil
this is winter now
Written by
kristian
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     guy scutellaro and waskosims
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