I believe in death

I believe in death.
I believe in all that comes with it.
I believe in saying goodbye.
I believe in rebuilding virtue.
I believe in the crawlspace and all the secrets we hide.
I believe in hot trucks and windows rolled up.
I was proving a point.
I believe in touching the tomb nestled in the cracks.
I've seen and heard the birds flying overhead,
discouraged and shitting as they see fit.

 

R. M. S. 17

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