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Oh Death.

"HEX CXXXVII"

BY THE WIDE DITCH,
WE COVETED HOME.

THE HOT-HATCHED CICADA
MADE AUDIO WOE.

BADE VOICE A COUTH THEME
BY THE CATHODETUBE MOB,

WE DEBAUCHED BEAUTY
WITH VICTIM TACT.

You Are My Sunshine.

"the silence
an empty snail shell
the night cry of a heron"

--@poemexe.com

Cfern.