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my mind is ready to die
seeds of infertility
are growing into ghostly trees

taken root in some selfish plea
forgiven for being born ugly
and set free on a bitter wind

there is no high high enough
no love keeps you satisfied
a rotting eternity in your arms
desperate lovers in an old house
slowly burning through the ground
will one day be entirely forgotten

where little feet walk tall grass

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