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On this, the day of the dead I decide to visit the graveyards Scattered about my head I light candles and leave flowers In memory of those memories That I had to leave behind I visualize the scratches The deep, ****** gashes Infected by Fears And cauterized by Bold Action I kick the dirt about And spit new flame upon the ashes Even still, not an ember remains Not one shackle, or tether To bind these shredded pieces back together
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
Dead Days...
On this, the day of the dead I decide to visit the graveyards Scattered about my head I light candles and leave flowers In memory of those memories That I had to leave behind I visualize the scratches The deep, ****** gashes Infected by Fears And cauterized by Bold Action I kick the dirt about And spit new flame upon the ashes Even still, not an ember remains Not one shackle, or tether To bind these shredded pieces back together
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
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