Danse Makabra
Dance with my bones
once they are free.
Of burden of life.
All the whispers
will fly out
and all the words
will collapse.
And I will be blank.
Let's celebrate that.
I am tired of dragging
this heavy corpse.
My name is Forgotten.
And I have been dead
for thirty years.
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