• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 06
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Death's icy breath,
Lingers near,
When the time draws closer,
May the words I've written stand,
As dry bones hauntingly speak,
Expelling truth,
Rattling ribs long since fused,
Hers was a story of perseverance,
An outspoken tongue often told to be still,
Yet even after the soul has ascended,
Her words shall live.