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Apr 2022
stripped down to bone
and bone crumbled to dust

maybe still alive in a strangers memory
(but not for long)

no new clothes to dress up
no more self-delusion to hide behind

now entered fully into solitude
where the grave is full

full of dust
full of dust.
Written by
nivek
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