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When the day’s sweat Is swilled away by Weeping gold sage Spilling reasons To stay But instead Sweet stone remnants Crack and concave Filling impermeable Graves Gone cold Tell me, What is left to hold?
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May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 11:24 PM UTC
with snakes for hair
When the day’s sweat Is swilled away by Weeping gold sage Spilling reasons To stay But instead Sweet stone remnants Crack and concave Filling impermeable Graves Gone cold Tell me, What is left to hold?
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May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 11:24 PM UTC
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