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Foot meets the metal of a cold shovel with a sun beaming down booted foot pushes the ***** into the soft and rooty ground one mound of dirt sweat forms above the brow two mounds of dirt salty bead slithers down three mounds of dirt tuned into the sounds four mounds of dirt birds chirp all around stopped by a thick root extra force must be used give that shovel a pogo of boots and we are at the fifth mound six and seven are easy as the hole starts to round eight nine ten eleven twelve a tomb has been found carried your sheet covered corpse laid you in the hole cover you with what was uncovered creating a man made knoll Six years of memories laid underneath this red dirt many years missing that time gone subvert
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Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
Yorick’s Skull
Foot meets the metal of a cold shovel with a sun beaming down booted foot pushes the ***** into the soft and rooty ground one mound of dirt sweat forms above the brow two mounds of dirt salty bead slithers down three mounds of dirt tuned into the sounds four mounds of dirt birds chirp all around stopped by a thick root extra force must be used give that shovel a pogo of boots and we are at the fifth mound six and seven are easy as the hole starts to round eight nine ten eleven twelve a tomb has been found carried your sheet covered corpse laid you in the hole cover you with what was uncovered creating a man made knoll Six years of memories laid underneath this red dirt many years missing that time gone subvert
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EvilShredder
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Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
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