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I’m going to do what I’ve seen Many others apply To their mind as they watch another’s body just die Wait and beg after Under judge of monuments That are so very quiet in the hearts cradled resonance Followed, bounding, cold and unfeeling Sent into the towards Of winter with in horror is rest upon one score Come God in the next moment The war you’ll discuss To snow when it bombards that grave of my trust You laying and just Laying my life Laying, that’s more than I’ve done with a scythe You pouring me out And pouring accounts For more than what little of life I recount Over and over You’re sick and I’m sober Into buckets, begets; we sink only closer Until, And I’ve seen, Until the water’s mixed up Your blood with, Nor life, nor Denying regrets
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 6:06 AM UTC
Under in the Snow
I’m going to do what I’ve seen Many others apply To their mind as they watch another’s body just die Wait and beg after Under judge of monuments That are so very quiet in the hearts cradled resonance Followed, bounding, cold and unfeeling Sent into the towards Of winter with in horror is rest upon one score Come God in the next moment The war you’ll discuss To snow when it bombards that grave of my trust You laying and just Laying my life Laying, that’s more than I’ve done with a scythe You pouring me out And pouring accounts For more than what little of life I recount Over and over You’re sick and I’m sober Into buckets, begets; we sink only closer Until, And I’ve seen, Until the water’s mixed up Your blood with, Nor life, nor Denying regrets
Finished November 6, 2018
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 6:06 AM UTC
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