Perpetuus
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Last published Sat, Jul 20, 2019
In his notebook he would write the story of the lives the people he burried lived. They were never happy tales. The book bled with the chaos of his mind and those gone before him. This was the curse of a gravedigger. © Dusty Parrish 2017
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