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Buried
December 14, 2023
I dreamt of fall, the bright yellow leaves scatter
When they had really left me alone
It's almost like the summer didn´t matter
I am now stuck in my new home
Not a soul left around but my own lonely soul
The air chills my spine, my body frozen in place
I lie here waiting in my new home, my hole
Longing for warmth to fill this space
They probably sit laughing in warmth
Not even minding my absence
Their lives now moving from that sacred day forth
I tried to live life with benevolence
Maybe my benevolence was all in my head
Because now I lie in my hole, dead
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This piece came together as I was writing it, there was no outline. I love throwing in some slight uneasy aspect to my works so I did in this story.