The clutching bonesmakes the rattling soundand that grim reaper makes hiseerie presencefelt aroundLife is squeezed out of this momentgasping and chokingwith no air to breathethe darkness  has engulfedthat sliver of the sunshineand the happinesshas been pushed into thedeep ravineThose squealshave been locked shut in the boxesso tight,the screech and the screaminghave been warming the airand…

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