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Feb 2016
I can hear the bells ringing
The eulogy I've been awaiting
I can hear the choir singing
And the tales of my end circulating.

I can hear it all
But confined in this box
Unable to do anything
And the door locks.

Darkness is back
Nothing left but dirt and soil
Everything is black
And I have gained no mortal spoils.
Star Gazer
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Star Gazer
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       ---, ---, Grace Pickard and Maple Mathers
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