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We are Graveyard Family –
we each have something buried here
Six feet and two months under –
suffocating beneath words and
sweet dreams and
Tennessee
Time heals all wounds
Time heals all wounds
Time heals all wounds
And the rot sets in
And I keep your spare rib close by –
A glowing ember for when it gets dark
It gets dark a lot here –
hold
you
close
Let Him work His magic and
build me a body from your suffering –
cough a breath into my soul
This is how you bury your dead
 Feb 2019 Henry Akeru
mei
4am
 Feb 2019 Henry Akeru
mei
4am
possibly in another world
you've grown to like me too

but here, in this one
i stay dearly enamored
of you
Stars twinkling bright
Through the still cold,
Their auras hushed
By such infinite darkness.
Even if we are but earthlings,
Our bones rattle with longing
As they search on for something;
Like what some would call-

Home.

Perhaps this arrival will serve to be
What we've yet deciphered:

Eternity and infinity coalescing
Into what Chick calls our-

Return to

forever.
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