Voices in the Shadows
It won't matter. The worms will still crawl in and out and in and out.
Madness string 19849
Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the forceps. We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
Everything with light casts a shadow. The brighter the light, the darker the shadow...
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