beauty shines from the iris,
holding a hand so high,
learn to fight for eyes,
dead now?
crawl from a hole into the mouth of the vulture,
falling faster into a black pit,
soil opens and eats entity,
alive now?
a smoky saxophone leads you to you,
terminal illness like the smile on a cat,
oak know more than the broken souls,
are you nothing less than undead?















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