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Dead Leaves and Acorns

Gripping the wheel tightly
So hard my knuckles bleed
Palms form calluses filled with liquid fear

Idling now, my frigid heart explodes
Motionless now, my head still spins as I watch the headstones corrode

Stone angels laugh as I kneel before the jesting epitaphs
Frozen wings and cherubic expressions mock my sorrows
Dead leaves and acorns welcome me as I descend towards your beautiful face
A beautiful face six feet away
Now I can see your new home and the warm yellow glow through your windows
Worms and Decay greet me at the front door
You left the light on


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