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Copper Pennies
With a basket full of memories and yesterday's wool. To
grieve in my all alone. Listening to footsteps in the
arteries of my home. Planting the seeds of death neath
the twilight's cheeks of roses and sleep. Touched by the
lips of your sweet quiche. Raining down sheets of dreams
in degrees and two copper pennies for your needs.
grieve in my all alone. Listening to footsteps in the
arteries of my home. Planting the seeds of death neath
the twilight's cheeks of roses and sleep. Touched by the
lips of your sweet quiche. Raining down sheets of dreams
in degrees and two copper pennies for your needs.
Published 5th Jan 2022
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