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The Mend


Beoslasher

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Gray Skies eat the sunlight

and rain trickles down the windowpane

A peach tree in tender youth

sits awaiting an eaters view.

 

An owl perched, hooting to the moon,

the nightlights piercing the sky.

The green grass of time reflects the moon

as I lay down, arms back, What a view!

 

The view of love, life anew

A kinder tinder, fire brews

I'll mend your wounds

You'll live your life

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