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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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