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I robbed a grave once
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i laid on your bed, together in the dark of night. you told me about things, dead parts of yourself, people who died, the death of your dreams. i swallowed hard and listened, well-aware this information was not for me and nor did i care to hear it. but you went on, mouth moving fast in the pitch-black as if it could create some kind of light that would envelop you and save you from this turmoil. it did not, and i continued to listen, laying on my back, eyes open and unblinking, much like the dead.
i robbed a grave once.
