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When did the grass grow this tall
over my grave? Could it be that long since
I was swallowed
head first
by the ravening earth?
There was a broken light, I remember
before the dark consumed
my eyelids
and the cold chewed
on my raw bones.
But how strange
to have been forgotten so
completely.
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