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washing in a flood of placenta Draining the blood, nourishing the mud of the garden Limp little sluts lay upon the roots Tombless infant graves Limp
on the Book I would follow and look till I found my tombless dead. For Bill was a dainty kind of cuss, and his mind was mighty sot On a dinky patch with
Raze this tombless madness A plague of noise displayed Beleaguered hours deathbreed ours Grief as old tremors shook lost betrayed Still drunk unknown
sing a nursery rhyme on our tombless grave In exchange for good behavior. There will be no obituaries, No candles or flowers on the hour of our
was death Immediate and inglorious; and the pang Of famine fed upon all entrails—men Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh; The meagre by
the light of the sun? Ay, tombless! what of it? Marble is dust, Cold and repellent; And iron is rust.
useless Out here cracked 'n' ruthless, while y'all slidin', slabbed 'n' tombless Wow, you is a waste like Youens I'm on the top 'n' shawty wantin' just
Bent and grey and full of sin Pass to me Wine and song For I'll be Soon long gone Cast me down, upon the dust My dry bones remain tombless From my
is black Crackling flames wither away Bones stand tombless, as their flesh All remains covered by dust Funeral piles, the war must go on Hoofs
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