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I have always loved walking through cemeteries...the hush of the air and the presence of those who are dead. There's something majestic and spiritual about lives lived and the proof that shows those souls once existed on this earth...when I heard this it reminded me of the many walks I have walked....
"Death is her boyfriend
She spits on summers and smiles to the night
She collects crowns made of black roses
But her heart is made of bubble gum "
The cemetery is my home
I want to be a part of it,
Invisible even to the night.
Then I'll read poetry to the stones
Maybe one day I could be one of them...
Wise and silent. "
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