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- an old bunk house built for two
- 2020-01-23
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- your love is a rain-soaked roof
- sheltered and framed by trees as proof
- that the forest still sees you as one of its own
- the throned cabin you rest upon
- you've been vacant of human attention for years
- and your water pipes have dried up, and so have your tears
- vines laced with emerald, envy creeping up your spine
- choking the life and the love that I used to call mine
- your mouth opens, inviting inside
- the animals seeking shelter to hide
- but the mold has settled deep in your bones
- so the animals leave, disgusted; you sit there alone
- eventually the rot will reach your mind too
- and not even sun's gentle touch will be able to soothe,
- outstretched in good grace with gentle cleansing in tow,
- the corpse of a heart that once so violently glowed
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- CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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