The Plot
There’s a plot out there waiting for me;
It lays there,
its dust dancing in the breeze.
In the silence of it all,
it calls out my name;
It is waiting for me,
it thinks only of me,
it has a name: it is my grave.
There’s a plot out there waiting for me;
It lays there,
its dust dancing in the breeze.
In the silence of it all,
it calls out my name;
It is waiting for me,
it thinks only of me,
it has a name: it is my grave.
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