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Songs for the DeadI had a dream of sunflower fields and snow crunching beneath my naked heels I dreamt of you rotting in a field, becoming soil and air and water no no no it just wasn't the time,Songs for the Dead
I spill and crash and burn my way down this hall,
I am alone.
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in the flowers of my heart he sits, hands clasped over his white-clad lap smiling softly, breeze colored and gentle skimming the surface of my words, dip your hand a fragile inch deeper and weep for me, my love I have lost my only light. My only truth, mine, mine, mine
stay pure, stay ki
by ~alaska-clementine
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