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The Killing Beds

Sunday, April 11th, 2021

How many ghosts wonder these halls How many souls lost Echos of the now And remembrance of the before Locked in the fabric Matted to the core How many iterations Of tragic moments flow How many yous How many mes How many us-es That were or could never be? Dark turbulences Caught knotting it all […]

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