cemetary-for brandon
hear screams
from a shallow grave
made of blue snow
and crispy sticks
but you wont back away
something keeps you there
in a world of darkness and terror
you reach out
and do not cringe
when the skeletal hand
reaches up
and pulls you in
into its hollow
but filling
embrace
you make it whole again
into everything you need and want
keeping it safe
and your love being worth more
its simple life
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