Overgrown wilderness and small shrine enclosed,
Shades of crimson peeping out of the moss.
A silent grave. Lonely and small.
At the foot a watchful canine,
Sleeps at the foot of a master that could have been
A slight miscalculation in the cycle of lives for two.
But both at peace finally...
Shades of crimson peeping out of the moss.
A silent grave. Lonely and small.
At the foot a watchful canine,
Sleeps at the foot of a master that could have been
A slight miscalculation in the cycle of lives for two.
But both at peace finally...
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