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decaying
the gate to the old cemetery is rusty and old
though once upon a time is was elegant and gilded
ornate with filigree tracery ornamentation
now, it is d e c a y i n g fragile, beautiful
I push to open and the gate sighs creaks, groans, moans
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into the cemetery
the green wraps around me like a warm cloak
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Constance La France
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