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Sad about death
unknown

When you took your
 1
Last breathe, where was I?
 2
Residing in a burned skull, minerature,
 3
I am.
 4
 
 
Cryptic being me and sorrow being you.
 5
 
 
The chattering teeth
 6
 
 
Of a scared mountain
 7
 
 
Where skulls like these pile up—
 8
 
 
The black strip of land resembles your deaths
 9
And all the others, the scar—
 10
 
 
 
 
Blue
 11
   powder and films cover your face.
 12
 
 
 
 
It is an open casket but your teeth
 13
no longer chatter like the mountain, your soul
 14
resides now on the dead scar.
 15
 
 
The souls cry out of old mages.
 16

14 Jan 18


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