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MAR
Tearing it open,
The rust of the decrepit door scrapped my eye.
Forcing through the grass grown window was the sun
And where it struck my eyes followed.
It was where my matrimonial bed once lay
A cedar propelled its...
The rust of the decrepit door scrapped my eye.
Forcing through the grass grown window was the sun
And where it struck my eyes followed.
It was where my matrimonial bed once lay
A cedar propelled its...
