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I have been walking through an underground tomb for years and years. It’s nothing new— I’ve been to a few in my time but I’ve learned to call this one home. Thanks to you, I’m no longer alone day to next dark day— I have you to lead the way. From tomb to tomb we stalk, arm in arm we will walk through the crowded cemetery— it’s our lair, our library— our prized possession, our sanctuary. I wait for the day I depart and become envied bone. But I don’t want you to be alone— won’t you, dearest, follow me home? |