For Nette Onclaud's Personally Speaking Poetry Contest
I am a vault for the deceased - for those who failed to make it past the autumn of their lives. I house the bones of the fallen ones too frail to endure another winter - who withered away like fall’s dry leaves. Oh, how beautifully they shone in the spring of their lives.
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