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what the hell is wrong with Me
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X - Files theres a whirlwind of emotions
blowing over me
I stand here talking to a rock in a graveyard
like a lover on a cold december day
what the hell is wrong with Me
~ D Donner `
A Grave Conversation
It is what we do. We remember. We commensurate memories. We etch them in stone then go look for harder more durable rocks to chisel. I love graveyard walking and talking - just stopped by to be odd again and again. More than ritual, food - Lady A
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