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Kill Me In a Bed of Grass

Kill me in a bed of grass
To avoid any bridges that come to pass
I’ll lay in wait for an eternity
If you promise an embrace with no pity 

These blasting lights send me underground
Give me your forest to create a shroud
Neon floods will exist no more
Smother me with vines please I implore

Sprout trees taller than skyscrapers
So I catch myself falling through a thousand branches
Let leaves don the concrete drapers
For if you do all this I will have no chances
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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