HER VOICE
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PoetryI LIE IN DUST AND ASHES, my corpse withers next to you, my love ©2017 WREN #663, #503, #582, #475, #300, #294,#251, #210, #189, #158, #146, #234, #341, #405
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HER VOICE
S P E W E D
OUT LIKE
S H O O T I N G
STARS FALLING
THROUGH THE
H O R I Z O N .
