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Seeds
Sun shines on me and Death
as It’s skeletal fingers
grace my hips
Cold breath — A breeze
across the neck
Warmth, a rogue of my heart
and Will to live
He gifts me a rose,
but by night ...
Sun shines on me and Death
as It’s skeletal fingers
grace my hips
Cold breath — A breeze
across the neck
Warmth, a rogue of my heart
and Will to live
He gifts me a rose,
but by night ...
