May 31, 2011
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The sun bleeds,
Like acid rain burrowing into the dirt,
Melting the land into nothing,
Roses twist and writhe,
Trees stand tangled in the dead and fallen leaves
Its branches shift, leaving graves unguarded,
To haunt the living,
Re-open wounds, shine light on the scarred,
Blades of grass prick, like shards of glass,
The flesh trembles.

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