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somewhere in that closet
I've hidded a rotten corpse
wrapped in linen and myrrh
hidden behind folded clothes
of half eaten books
and fading leather shoes
there's a thick layer of suffocating dust
dancing in the air, silently whispering
a soft song to soothe the lost soul
how far will it be able to hold it's stench
how far one has to dig to keep it at peace
how far does a mere child be able to hold anger and sorrow at the same time
what more does it take to burn one's memories
what more does it take to give peace to a sentient soul
the deeper i dig the deeper i sink
those who once know me
meets the same stranger born in that closet

-9.22

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