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Tomb Escape

Memory hovers

On darkened clouds

Corpse is rotting

In it's shroud

Face imprinted

On binding cloth

Image distinctive

Muscle lost

Death of flesh

Is ether's gain

No regrets

For long it reigned

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Flesh fiction

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