A Graverobber's Life
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A boy-man, or a boy with the mentality, and capabilities of a man, lives inside a gravestone, that he initially stole, refurnished, and made living quarters underneath of. He's lonely, but he isn't looking to change that.
This is a poem I wrote, straight from the heart, soul, and mind altogether.
Thank you so much if you read this.
~Skyy Black
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