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Who will follow
their tragic songs,
their footsteps
on soft lawn.
There in the shade,
on the hill, where
arrows flew and,
bones lie still.
There amongst
our runic signs,
there on Tower Hill.
for Twiglets #68 “Following Footsteps”
Untitled
Who will follow
their tragic songs,
their footsteps
on soft lawn.
There in the shade,
on the hill, where
arrows flew and,
bones lie still.
There amongst
our runic signs,
there on Tower Hill.
for Twiglets #68 “Following Footsteps”
It's Still Life 
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