what the hell is wrong with Me

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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 `

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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