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How can i bury you when you're not yet a corpse

I thought you to be the cardinal of my memories,
wings of brilliant red.
 
but it was just a turned Autumn leaf  
in the rhododendron shrub;
 
from a cracked passing car window
this world plays cruel tricks on me.
Written by samael (Zaroff poetry)
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