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walking thru the grave yard fog around my feet
I hear it, the sobbing, the sobbing of the nuns
everyone always talked about it the neiboghrhood
all the nuns buried at the graveyard I lived by, well
lived on to be exact, see back in the day they moved a section of the graveyard
for the  railroad and development
but some caskets were old rotten more than bodies
some  broken apart
some people were just to poor to have there the family moved,
so over the top they went, and what do ya know
I lived right on top of someone's grandma
, swear to the gods, actually ate apples from the tree she was buried under

delicious, delicious

but that night walking home
walking past the nuns
I finally saw it, I had walked by many times before and hadn't seen shit
but, this time, it was a different world
you could hear them moaning and sobbing
you could see them, at least, black figures
with white blocking the chest and head area,
and not just one, many
a dozen, you could see shadows
running in and out of the gravestones
and around the nuns
odd cackles, babies crying, dogs barking birds chirping
and all the while it was around 11 at night
i was cutting thru the graveyard to
simply to get home ,
i have that feeling i did that night
right  now , in my apt where last year a man died
i wear his bathrob sometimes  still...is that weird? fuck it i think
he wants it back or somethin.