A death
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Buried beneath a silver birch tree
Her grave marked with no more than a little pile of stones
I don't want to draw attention to her but
I couldn't leave her without remembrance
She'll sleep there
Things before our sight
We did not realize true value
Shadow when realized us
Beam enters eye to continue
across the halls
death
he bawls
recollect the memories
of tainted dolls
and summer nights
blackwalls
out of breath
that is his call
