So we went to a grave sight today and sat around, writing and letting our imaginations run wild. I got a little morbid and wrote this...
Wilted dandelions lay on top of soulless bodies. Life is gone. Another story has ended. A human being lying; breathless underneath beads of soil. The wind blows, so slight you can hardly tell. It feels like the sky will soon mourn for us.
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