entry #15
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Today was,
(long)
lost it. insides feel like squiggly worms
no lite anyway
found it again today leaving near the entrance, wwith my hunting sack
hard to thinc now
old walls. moss. missing par. crawling inside. so much
lost track of itt, of time
all i do, losing track.
wait until we meet.
i missyou
no word, no sign. no whispers
onle minei missyou
i have begged the gods of this place.
i begged them to return him to mei missyou
every day i grovel, begging them, i prostrate myself to whatever imiss you things own this place
please
tombstone, sandbar, tombstone,i missyou mausoleum, mountain
i dnot imiss youknow how to live
without the nife and hands
eyes and scars
voice
how will i live
how will i live
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