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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.
Written by Eren
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