Graveyard Silence
To venture to die
that clever answer
is buried secrets
Closer to never
with a fever
that circle turned purple
Golden rings on your ears
Puffing the pillows
around your head
Puffing the smoke rings
A hunchback rings the bells
The venture to die
teardrops shaped like diamonds
cutting your eyes
I hear you screaming
Your hair is turning colors
every strand in graveyard silence
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