bury, then, my circumstance
within the broken ground
unmarked in the growing weeds
to never have it found
and when they come with shovels
to unearth the name you gave
tell them that it's decomposing
cold within the grave
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 5:42 PM UTC
bury, then, my circumstance
within the broken ground
unmarked in the growing weeds
to never have it found
and when they come with shovels
to unearth the name you gave
tell them that it's decomposing
cold within the grave
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