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May 2013
Stuck in this grave
That I dug for myself
I scratch and claw
I can't get out

Death stands above
I bargain and plea
He only laughs
I got myself here

I fumble and reach
Trying to get a hold
I'm almost at the top
Death knocks me down

No, he says
As he pulls back his scythe
You dug this grave
And this is where you must stay
Dustyn Smith
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Dustyn Smith  Denver CO, USA
(Denver CO, USA)   
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