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Stubbled Graves
oh, surely it would be
a matter of great distraught;
to feel the rueful cries
of my past witnessing my future shot.
and as my elders bury
my eternity,
and promise me a present
with trees that bare empty fruit.
and a variety of dreams put silent.
as the death of a life birthed in the present
remorsefully bids it's last goodbyes.
© JansenB
a matter of great distraught;
to feel the rueful cries
of my past witnessing my future shot.
and as my elders bury
my eternity,
and promise me a present
with trees that bare empty fruit.
and a variety of dreams put silent.
as the death of a life birthed in the present
remorsefully bids it's last goodbyes.
© JansenB
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