the graveyard zineJul 29, 20211 min readHow Morbidby Sidney Pippin Sprinkled with the ashOf lost timeTheir days forgottenTheir livesDeniedLeft no markFroze the clockThey sit In their unforgiven deathStuckAndOut of time.Their hardened flaky bodiesContinue to breakLike a tree in DecemberSitting by a lake.
by Sidney Pippin Sprinkled with the ashOf lost timeTheir days forgottenTheir livesDeniedLeft no markFroze the clockThey sit In their unforgiven deathStuckAndOut of time.Their hardened flaky bodiesContinue to breakLike a tree in DecemberSitting by a lake.
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