Wooden Box

Iโ€™m dressed in black, a heavy fatigue setting inLike the mist lies heavy upon my graveFresh dirt mingling with the smell of a memory long forgotten. The bells toll in the distance as I feel my pulse seepInto the ground, my body being lowered in a casketStill but seeming so full of life,Seething but seen [โ€ฆ]

Wooden Box

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