She says when she is reduced to a shell, leave her out for the vultures.
She says watch the wind rattle through her ribcage.
She tells me to take my children to see her skull.
Tell them 'this is living'. See if they believe me.
She says watch the wind rattle through her ribcage.
She tells me to take my children to see her skull.
Tell them 'this is living'. See if they believe me.
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