Flies buzzA Poem by SorenGraveyard of an old love Sprouts ghosts from an empty tomb Over severed hearts, time dirt shoves Rot's wafting fumes become perfume Hatched larva spread germs Maggots of passion soon fly Love's grave sprouts worms Memories cleaned with lye Undertaker of dreams Scavenger of hope's buried bones Awaken me from siren screams Open my eyes, to forget their ghostly moans
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