Under the Grass of Bones

Poem

Under the grass of bones

Take only what you need

The place where you’re going does not warrant you to breathe.

The fault line is cracked

Mother broke her back

Unwarranted visitors go rogue with their attack

Underground worlds only surface for a few

Beneath the mausoleums is where you’ll start anew.

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Posted Nov 25, 2022, 5:47 PM UTC

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