so much in darkness
muddle under and around
breeze root dusk inhale
behind lids dancing
his smile across the belly
absence never felt
now gone crumble feel
can barely remember what
the sound your eyes make
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Skeletons in Prose Nightmares from cultures visited Replenished over horizons reversed this is the way the ground envelops me
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