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we sleep on corpses

each night    
unknown to us  
the secrets of others  
are buried well  

disturbed earth
spread, trampled  
no signs remain

we do our best  
to bury our own
so they'll not walk the night  
disturb the sleep of others
 
yet through our dreams  
they drift darkly
butters
Written by butters
Published | Edited 5th Nov 2019
Author's Note
those hidden things still haunt us
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