Next Up,

waiting in Death's queue.

By Tennessee GarbagePublished 4 months ago • 1 min read

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Shovel scores the roots-

branches twitch under the moon

soil awaits for bones.

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Tennessee Garbage

Howdy! There is relatable stuff here- dark and twisty and some sentimental garbage. "Don't forget to tip your waitresses" Hi, I am your waitress, let me serve you with more content. Hope you enjoy! :)

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Sid Aaron Hirji4 months ago
nice and dark

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