Dressed for a funeral

By SeanPublished about a month ago • Updated about a month ago • 1 min read

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Curled up in a song blue duvet.

Her igneous black hair I couldn’t bear

to brush from my face.

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Sean

A lover of soft cheese and delayed gratification. I prefer plants to people, more often than not. Dirt is my medicine and filth a form of therapy. Most of these words should find a home among compost but hey, at least I'm still writing.

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