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All we know of death is it’s music, A single note held until it turns to mist. Long, thin chimes in a gust; laughter bouncing off chest walls. An echo
All we know of death is it’s music, A single note held until it turns to mist. Long, thin chimes in a gust; laughter bouncing off chest walls. An echo