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Mar 2020
A death, sigh of relief, last breath
Alone
A cold in my bones
How can I get up?
Maybe this is new home
I can't even ask for help
Away from the phone
Slumber in soil's embrace
As everything I am
Is buried under
Acceptance and stone
#end #dead
Written by
Redaviel
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