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What am I doing here? I wonder everyday

Perhaps I’m trying to find my own self.

What am I looking for in this old burial-ground?

Maybe I’m meant to remain here forever

I fell the craving inside of me

I cannot get to yield

If I’m alone in here I really cannot tell,

I often feel I’m not the only one

Is that the revenant or is that death itself?

Either way it’s here where I belong…

Coimetrophiliac