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[Bled to Life]

knuckles fade to white
as i walk blindly
through the fog
fingers outstretched
i'm reaching forward
with my arms
thought i heard you whisper
and it carried on the wind
came whistling from your casket
once
then softly came again
a scent lingers in the air
a smell of love
and loss
and rot
a chilling fermentation
of our life
you seem to have...
forgot
Ash_Von_D
Written by Ash_Von_D (Ashley Von Dean)
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