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My Mind Held Within

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In this graveyard of memories, I wander, cloaked in the twilight
of November. The breeding stones of my mind held within. My
bones, threadbare of the moth’s wings. Now a silhouette falling
from the grave. Walking the shadows in an orchard of headstones
haunting the apple that fell from a tree, in this graveyard of
memories.

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