lines of magnolia
bow before us
corpses of beeches
stretched beneath me
fingers of ivy
strange and winding
carving out the time
coloring my mind
happiness enters through me
glass dripping whisky
can you hear me
calling your sweet name
i sent you far away
missing you when the violets bloom
blood on the roses
unseen forces
embrace the sweet decay
it's meant to be this way
the 67' rusting in the yard
splinter in my heart
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