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Home In The Trees.Lay in twine, striped with ashes.
Corpses lined with picket fence.
While fifteen begin their way back,
Seven stayed to hold.
Faces plastered in Styrofoam baskets.
With that bodies begin to wrap in blankets.
Porcelain bones, plaster clatter.
She soon asks what's the matter.
With three dead, and four to fall,
Life is endless, minds begin to bald.
My home now sits in the trees.
Wake me from the misery.
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