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an old bunk house built for two
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2020-01-23
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your love is a rain-soaked roof
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sheltered and framed by trees as proof
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that the forest still sees you as one of its own
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the throned cabin you rest upon
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you've been vacant of human attention for years
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and your water pipes have dried up, and so have your tears
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vines laced with emerald, envy creeping up your spine
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choking the life and the love that I used to call mine
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your mouth opens, inviting inside
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the animals seeking shelter to hide
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but the mold has settled deep in your bones
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so the animals leave, disgusted; you sit there alone
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eventually the rot will reach your mind too
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and not even sun's gentle touch will be able to soothe,
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outstretched in good grace with gentle cleansing in tow,
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the corpse of a heart that once so violently glowed
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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