tombs
Drops of juniper in the air , withering dying all around rising , petal to tear , morning sining in the air to shadow of night over with sight. casting a glow over you know, when we hear, patience at night aglow in my sight a love cast down from the heavens even now. a poem a tribute to us, to the ribbons of blood that unite our love that join us together within and when ever we chose not to wither forever. cast into our tombs we be the end of a century lost and created in the mind of so many. our blood creates the world around us and makes up a nation and makes up our last memory together within and when ever.
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