Sunlight worms through the mildewed glass of the mausoleum
Your slab is still cold and stone
Rusty hinges creak and a hushed breath breaks the silence wide open
A forgotten smell: flesh on living bones!
The mourner trembles with guilt so full you can taste it
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Sam Spinelli
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