Tomb

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Don't

Steal me from my

Shallow grave

My cold, empty

Restless sleep

Here I feel the wonderful

Nothing

That I have always felt

The terrible

Everything

Always, faithfully mine

It's quiet here

Here, it's peaceful

Safe

So don't you dare

Pull me from

The ground I lie in

The pit I've dug

To hide my litte, fragile

Soul

And hold my numb, and bleeding

Damaged heart

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