Today's writing prompt is:
dove
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dove
White doves
garnished with
black collars
Mournful cooings
"He's gone,gone,gone"
Grief chocking them
Soil on my face
from your
fresh dug up grave
I lay next to you,
your bride to be
I should have run
faster
than
the Grim