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[calli_wulffe]

graveyards
7.21.2006

i stopped at the graveyard
cigarette in my lips
(just burning)
my soul
(just burning)

i come here because i love here
and watch light on tombstones
and watch the souls flit about
in the guise of fireflies
(such clever creatures souls are)

they move in and out of the soil
light shoving dirt aside

i walk deeper
i walk more fearful

and i get to a certain stone
with planted lights on either side
(i brush the grass off his name with my sleeve)

and i turn to walk away
head hung and
cigarette in my lips
(just burning)
my soul
(just burning)
my eyes
(just burning)