Deleted - COME HITHER BONES

Come hither,
'bones'
from under your stone,
and tell me
how you died.

Pray Tell me,
how it feels to sleep,
so stiff and cold
as ice!

and where is
your flowing, long red hair,
your soft
and smooth, pink flesh

Come hither
'bones'
from under your stone
and tell me
what is death!

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