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of dying



who would have known,
pruning the broken old apple tree,
would enlighten to this degree?

to realize there is no bridge between the worlds of is,
and imagining,
more brutal slaying than loss of life slowly realized.

suffocation –
notes not written.
farewell –
so poignantly –
supposed!
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About boyfrommville

bound to a fate i cannot escape, i stop by briefly to expunge the demons... care to join me?

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