Counting Heads at my Funeral
A flower rusted out of time - I sleepCounting heads gathered at my eve. What needed always - a truthI am mating,For I was born and waiting. The shore shows…
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March 22, 2022
A flower rusted out of time - I sleepCounting heads gathered at my eve. What needed always - a truthI am mating,For I was born and waiting. The shore shows…