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Her numbness pains me so. Her waxy skin once supple and soft resists my touch of lifely glow. How long will it last in that silky casket? How long will she stay in her deathly basket? Summer nearly follows then winter once again. Could it be my turn and then see my dearest friend?

In the hollows In the hollows In the place where spirits roam In the deepest depths of nowhere I can make this place my home.

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