𝔱hough all is green and death is done, i feel
alone. as if the stone rolled off from the head
of the tomb is lodged in the doorframe of my
room, and everyone i've ever loved lives happily
just past my able reach. and each time jesus
rises i'm reminded of this marble fact: 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒
𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘.
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