Brett Rants
Cemetery Life
The Chapel is open...
a full house...
just me and the dead.
Under a Weirdling Sky...
the smell of formaldehyde...
creeping up from the depths.
Walking along...
soft creepy ground...
the kind one sinks into...
and which, seeps into your boots.
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