.Iâve been dreaming of the killing gardens
where empty ribcages and tombstones grow
I woke up feeling like Iâd murdered something
but who or what it was I didnât know
The bedroom stank of carrion and rye
and all the furniture had been replaced
There was a stranger perched upon.
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