My Cold, Sweet Wind

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The dirt and mint
Truly shows the beauty
The purpose of your life
The pressure of the ground
Shows your attachment to this reality
The hundreds of lives and stories
That have come before you
Now beneath you
The cold that once tainted
Your skin, home, and bones
Now hold you up
Maybe now you can pave your own path

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