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Silence is sound
So is my heartbeat
Deep beneath the ground
What I assume is six feet
Frown etched upon my face
Due to the lack of a casket
Where is my corpse placed?
In a beautiful bloody basket
It's peaceful down here
With no judgements to take
Utter darkness has made its way near
No feeling's at stake
A part of this corpse
Is dying to come out
Irony being ironical as it is
The dead is dying
- Kiara
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