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green mourns, you cry.

carry me with a basket, bring me
to an innocent soul, for they know not.
Dead and colourful, from their frail hands
I'd spread across and be walked upon.
This union i have officiated, and will pass
down by a mere throw of the bride. But trust me, i will get my revenge, atleast i do grow back, you will not.
©asande.k