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Passing Through.
Passing through the graveyard, each section dedicated
to burying parts of the skeleton.
We stretch into the neck,
and through the hand, finger-grasses phalanx around feet.
As our bodies close in on the tomb,
I read you something found on its headstone:
hold me; graze skin,
until you reach bone.
to burying parts of the skeleton.
We stretch into the neck,
and through the hand, finger-grasses phalanx around feet.
As our bodies close in on the tomb,
I read you something found on its headstone:
hold me; graze skin,
until you reach bone.
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