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Rest In Peace
Your blind eyes close with age
Skin so cold, painted porcelain like dolls
You lay peacefully with content printed forcefully across your face
The rain falls into your new home for ages,
Dampening the earth to comfort your new bones and to settle draught of sadness beneath the earth
No sound is heard but silence between ears,
In hopes that something moves to hinder sound in complete absence
Rapid hands close,
Mutters and whispers flood the cut earth to seal uncomforts of the unknown
Time stands still for a brief second, then continues with rapid cadence
All is ...