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There are lone cemeteries, tombs filled with soundless bones, the heart passing through a tunnel dark, dark, dark; like a shipwreck we die inward, like smothering in our hearts, like slowly falling from our skin down to our soul.
There are corpses, there are feet of sticky, cold gravestone, there is death in the bones, like a pure sound, like a bark without a dog, coming from certain bells, from certain tombs, growing in the dampness like teardrops or raindrops.