13StopsEastOfWhitechapel

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Epitaph

By 13StopsEastOfWhitechapel on Sun, 06 Jul 2008

The will is white and tells us lies, and wills us to believe. Beneath a fetid mound of turned soil; should you come to mourn my passing, this is where you’ll find me.
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I will It

By 13StopsEastOfWhitechapel on Sun, 06 Jul 2008

This is the match with which I strike the moistened box along one side. The damp ash, tinder, faggot, brush: All are waiting in the grate. I cup the matchbox in my left hand;
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