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Burgundy Mornings We dust Piano keys for the last time they arrive to haul away symbols of Life A sister surrenders what was gifted her at birth Dreams of music congregate in frenzy but she pays them no mind I witness a focused sacrifice Tears moisten my skin as I swim in gratitude Burgundy mornings come to take away Life but I fill open hands with Blood They come to speak death, but its pouring inside me …no one shall stay dry for long.
Posted on: Thu, 19 Sep 2013 14:52:26 +0000

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