I'm surrounded by your relatives,
damp wet grass, be-foot,
if I could ignore the cars,
you'd be more understood.
No longer the dew is here,
long gone the dusk,
replaced by streams of light,
and lingering mist,
Past the feet,
a yellow carpet adorned,
with hints of the dead,
brown leaves once more,
I can smell the grass,
sweet, cut fresh
but I feel the loss,
of all the leaves, all dead.
Sitting beside your past life,
I still to take a glance,
overwhelmed with strife,
I tattoo your surface,
we ruin your life.
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