dusty skull on sunny hill
weeds crawl try to hide
beneath a crack bone
a leaf of grass flaunts
to rising sun; it glitters
to be bitten off by teeth
where's tomb an unknown
i guess she's free to a kiss
of fleeting time; turning dust
fearless; out of real feelings
dirt her great companion now
together soon will roll down
(050811)
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