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Blood runs through trees
from the cold dirt
of cemeteries
obscuring
the fresh graves
friendship is brave
and alone
on the hill
of drought and pine.
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bottom of page
Blood runs through trees
from the cold dirt
of cemeteries
obscuring
the fresh graves
friendship is brave
and alone
on the hill
of drought and pine.