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Glad you're going to die:

A twisted stone skeleton writhing in shit
eternally
(...my wish for you to be)
As tree roots in sewage
aspire
one day you may
face down devour dust
become adorned in clay
They will extract your bleached bones
with picks and feathers-
You're home.

(I will forget you.)
Written by callmemamac
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