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Death in Pieces

Verocious tigers,
Digging in the blood,
And faltered a kid to me.

Where did a Sunday dream go,
When there is nothing left but me.

Hollow and decipled,
And the alter child dead,
A sad boy and girl aside dying.

Forever taken away.

But in a wave of moments pass,
And death ever fleeting,
I wake another day of mourning.

Gather in your hands the pedals,
The snow plays in the weeds,
I cannot be told but gentle.

Death is between me.

◄ Juxtaposition

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