Separated in Death
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.
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