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#Writephoto – Skulls

Old bones hold memories

Of the days long past.

Of nightmares brought to life, and

Extinguished in a gasp.

Not all who’ve existed,

Know the meaning of life.

Not all who have breathed,

Have taken their final breath.

In the darkness, death isn’t always final.

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