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Tomb

The night falls Dust from a thousand years Accumulating on that which the eyes once saw Obscuring Still the breeze Silence the sound She sifts into the gaping mouth Nil the breath Fill the body with her shadow To sleep for ten thousand more This black tomb.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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