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Minuet of Ashes
Blood remembers, dust forgets
in death's minuet of ashes
and smoldering cigarette
shrouded by the hood
in this abyss with no headlights
with no shadow to call my own
in death's minuet of ashes
unblessed, fodder for the worms
shrouded by the hood
in death's minuet of ashes
and smoldering cigarette
shrouded by the hood
in this abyss with no headlights
with no shadow to call my own
in death's minuet of ashes
unblessed, fodder for the worms
shrouded by the hood
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Yesterday 5:06pm
That is brilliant, blood remembers, dust forgets.
Reminds me of the ax cuts, the tree remembers.
Reminds me of the ax cuts, the tree remembers.
Yesterday 5:18pm
