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a different mourning

i look over black and white words, but this isn't what i want this isn't the sanctuary i was looking for my eyes gaze over it unnaturally and it feels a little bit like a graveyard, which is okay but it's not the graveyard i anticipated it being and the question lingers do i start digging again? the untouched bodies groan at the shovel's presence all they want is peace. should i, then interrupt the still ground off to the side somewhere give birth to a new set of disappointing graves marking my territory in the saddest way
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alexis-jennelle
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Mar 25, 2010
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