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In my heart
I hear the voice of the desert

Its sandy winds, its burning sun, its cool dark nights

Someday

perhaps

my bleached bones will lie there

and my soul will be happy.

@egypturnash I was... kinda hoping I'd get to use them for soup stock. :|

You know, if you went first and/or it became necessary to kill you. I figure the latter would most likely be some kind of apocalypse-aversion scenario or something; it's not really on my to-do list or anything.

@zebratron2084 hips, right arm, ribcage. Maybe skull too. Your choice on that. But the desert wants the cage that held my heart.

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