Grave Stump by Tessa Hawley

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I will soak my tears in poison
And scratch the graveyard door
‘Till I taste the bittersweet edge
Of steely metallic across my core
The golden flames will lick
The Sunday morning dew
Because the truth is,
I would do anything
To rid my mind of you

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