ps what is behind the door? something quite magnificent. here we walk the hallways to visit those that have left this world. name after name after name after name we read and observe. you feel a sense of appreciativeness that 2 people came for a visit.
it wasn't until we reached the third floor when we could smell death. hush in the rooms of silence. i have seen thoughts, hearts that have harrowed, the darkness of sorrow, and spirits stirred digging their grave of day. all you weary hearts rest in peace. here floats no sounds.
ps ps you all shine while the dead stars sleep.
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