An hoard
only faraway
you told this farewell
won't be last
ahead of us
is beutifull mark
OF DEATH
Still
unknown for living been
for fudgened brains of us
Pour little
Pour much then
Pour like life inside us
HELL
How death
how promise for death amuse my soul
abuse my wreckened mind?
How this all happening in flesh so hush and paranoia?
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