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All that lies here are my bones, A wooden box, this new gravestone. My mind is left where it was born; Go to my bookshelves when you mourn.
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Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
The Reader's Epitaph
All that lies here are my bones, A wooden box, this new gravestone. My mind is left where it was born; Go to my bookshelves when you mourn.
Epitaph for a creative writing course. Any criticism welcome!
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Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
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