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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.
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.
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