i_didn't_really_truly_know_it_before
Death of a Rose
how
some
loves
come
back
to
tell
the
city
of
gross
malignant
.
i
washed
upon
your
shore
because
you
always
loved
me
deserted
, derelicte.
confused
and
stranded
sliding
down
the
dunes
to
touch
me
head
and
hands
.
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