(Original watercolor and ink commission)
The Southern Gothic
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Beyond the dead we will take a walk:
Fondly remembering the remains cut from stone.
The rebels authentic, bright sweeping falls!!
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Beyond the gates we will take a rest:
Once the roses dry, antiquated thorns drew blood.
The rain murmuring, white sunny memories!!
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Beyond the steps we will brake a lock:
Fiercely calling the chants from bones .
The uniforms youthful, stained magic rises!!
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