#nightdwellers
Today I walked through the cemetery
Clutching my hands to my arms
To hold back the biting winds
From chilling to deep
The stones
Closest to the gate
Were newest
And polished
And standing straight
But the further back
I walked
The older the stones got
Greyer and dirtier
Many knocked over
The eighteen hundreds
Showing
In the faded carvings
In the granite
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