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A ****** of crows Rest in the green of the cemetery, Illuminated in golden light We tiptoe on sacred ground, above disintegrating bones Enacting scenes of love, joy, and sadness as if to honor the lives gone by
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Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
A dreaded sunny day...
A ****** of crows Rest in the green of the cemetery, Illuminated in golden light We tiptoe on sacred ground, above disintegrating bones Enacting scenes of love, joy, and sadness as if to honor the lives gone by
IsabelAyala
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Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
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