Spencer Selby





It falls now like others before me
as living proof of no return

Take note and tell the grave people
to smell the ground getting cold

How hard could it be?
The most natural thing in the world

shall open and receive
those who are not grateful

To suffer what can only be described
by someone else

Cross the main field and leave
this picture where you found it

at the end of an improvised story
at the start of an old time song






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