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Apr 2014
Those gravestones on the bluff, a congregate of death,
All winding to the top, without a single breath.
Around the deadly blunt, each occupant is ******,
Their spirits, floating by, let out a mournful groan,
While maggots in their flesh do break their bodies down.
There in the dirt the bodies lay, becoming one with ground.
Nov. 2013
Jessica Vogt
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