Dead heading. The peony garden. Preparing the soil. Black dirt, dried blood, and bone. Petals scattered to hide the beads and stone markers. #hintfic#poetry#words
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i cannot comprehend
the nature of cruelty
the big whys:
we are born to die
life is suffering
life is loneliness
bookended by belonging
a grand design
staring slack-jawed
out the window watching
two #cats toying with
a dead mouse.
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#vss365