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I visit you in the night during the moon, as I can see you are restless. Tossing and Turning Because your bones ache. I subtly stroke the strands of white hair barely covering your spotted scalp. Dying and Decaying After being here for so long. Find comfort in the fact that when your bones are swallowed by the earth, I will renew them. Fresh and Familiar To make you feel young again. I am not from the vapor clouds, nor am I from the heart of the earth. You will never see me. You will never know me. And when you are born anew, I will leave you. So rest those old bones in that catafalque of cloth. Unwrap your skin and let me take them.
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
Old Bones
I visit you in the night during the moon, as I can see you are restless. Tossing and Turning Because your bones ache. I subtly stroke the strands of white hair barely covering your spotted scalp. Dying and Decaying After being here for so long. Find comfort in the fact that when your bones are swallowed by the earth, I will renew them. Fresh and Familiar To make you feel young again. I am not from the vapor clouds, nor am I from the heart of the earth. You will never see me. You will never know me. And when you are born anew, I will leave you. So rest those old bones in that catafalque of cloth. Unwrap your skin and let me take them.
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
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