Far away from home There’s a grave I’m looking for To chill my warm bones With your cold embrace. Fireflies would light candles To my final memories Of your laughter That’s etched Deep within my bones Rusty scythe of death Would rattle bitter-sweet music Of your engraved memory On my brittle heartstrings – A dissonant song Of a final goodbye.

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