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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Death · #615619

Gina Rose Hutchinson (1/8/69-10/9/02)

dawn
october nine
aught two

listen: the sound of an end.

grey metal
cocked
cold
a final breath
a trembling
trigger

the sudden taste of its seed
the heavy shove of the reaper

a river sips your
blooming
blood and brain bouquet
and exhales a soul.

i am alone.







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