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The first night we met, we walked through the graveyard. Our blood coursed through our veins as we felt the lifelessness surrounding us. Tombstones followed us on every side, reminding us of our mortality. The world was asleep as we basked in the glow of the moonlight. We spoke of the glimpse of the life that we have left. I took you to a solemn grave. Alone it stood while the others were cast to eternity with another. Hidden and out of sight, we laid on the ground, reminding us that we too shall one day be six feet below. But as the moonlight shone on you that night, no longer did I feel so alone. The graveyard is my solace, a dwelling for my solemn soul. But as we laid on the ground, no longer did I feel the imminence of death. For with you, I feel the beauty of life.
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Oct 25, 2022
Oct 25, 2022 at 10:45 PM UTC
Graveyard
The first night we met, we walked through the graveyard. Our blood coursed through our veins as we felt the lifelessness surrounding us. Tombstones followed us on every side, reminding us of our mortality. The world was asleep as we basked in the glow of the moonlight. We spoke of the glimpse of the life that we have left. I took you to a solemn grave. Alone it stood while the others were cast to eternity with another. Hidden and out of sight, we laid on the ground, reminding us that we too shall one day be six feet below. But as the moonlight shone on you that night, no longer did I feel so alone. The graveyard is my solace, a dwelling for my solemn soul. But as we laid on the ground, no longer did I feel the imminence of death. For with you, I feel the beauty of life.
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Oct 25, 2022
Oct 25, 2022 at 10:45 PM UTC
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