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The River of Bonehouses

Through the river, thy bonehouse rides it

It is empty without thy heart

For thy heart was loss in the end

As thou lose, thou heart the same way?

We have empty bonehouses

And no one replace thy hearts

For they were consumed by the river

And spit them out

Here and now, we lost thou will to live

When the waters returned them

In a foul shape

Casting doubt on thy shadows

On thou sun or moon

For thy will not send them back

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