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A Wind Now,
The Time Has Come.
The Long Days
Are Mine To Own.
A Last Wink,
We’re Taking Cover.
Impending Doom
Like No Other.
She Made The Wish
Upon A Flower.
‘Cuz I’ve Been The Shadow
Around The Coroner,
The Look Of Sadness
When Bad Things Happen,
The Missing Mourner,
The Cheapest Casket,
The Wrong Move
When Things Are Drastic,
Melan Choly Waves,
From Under Plastic.
Sunday 26th May 2019 3:09 am
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