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Bloodline
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Bloodline


Like father like son
to hither to go
a slithering child
the molting grow

Minds dithered red
from head to toe
the scythe
and locking load
doth blow

Dried
the dead won't grow
scattered will, seeds
bloodline

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It's The End of the World by Skeeter Davis


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