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Counting Heads at my Funeral
A flower rusted out of time - I sleep
Counting heads gathered at my eve.
What needed always - a truth
I am mating,
For I was born and waiting.
The shore shows up brightening everything
–White as...
Counting heads gathered at my eve.
What needed always - a truth
I am mating,
For I was born and waiting.
The shore shows up brightening everything
–White as...
