Last night I was dreaming a dream.
It was awkward and stole my breath.
Now I feel beautifully bad,
I am thinking of blood and death.
I was ready to kill myself —
It is beauty of death that leads.
We will all be in the ground
Like the trees that grow from the seeds.
9.10.25
Beautifully bad
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