Skeleton Traipse

ย My soul creeps, in wails of scattered leaves, violins howl in woeful sighs. Buried under a heap of bones and debris. Skin aching on skeleton traipse. Days pass over, hours tick on, in pale longing, my mind can only wonder, reminisce your smile. In weeping I frail, in the wind I diminish, a dry leaf blowing against the gale.

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