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Botanical Graveyard



Rocks gathered to imitate a graveyard,
Whispering souls screaming for a fierce wind,
As if today, a copy of tomorrow, will never end,
And yesterday was the prologue of a sadistic trilogy.

Indeed, what awaits unfortunate beings
Is an inevitable dimensionless black hole,
Where tombstones whisper in the depths of gardens,
And here I am ripping pockets for penniless donations.


Tuesday, 31st of March 2015

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